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Forum topicNew playwriting course, Edmonton ralph012 years 12 months ago
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Forum topicWhere has George gone? ralph1912 years 12 months ago
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CollectionMemoirs of a Disco Dancer (A Novel) ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionWild Black Curly Hair ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionHere's Some That Got Away ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionPACIFIC AND MAPLE ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionSodium Songs ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionKnuckle and Traffic ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionEast of the Heart ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionThe Riots ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionThings Matter etc ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionTales of Walthamstow ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionCigarettes, Beer and Love ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionCalifornia Diary ralph112 years 12 months ago
CollectionThe World Cup From Walthamstow ralph012 years 12 months ago
Collectionrenaissance ralph012 years 12 months ago
CollectionThe Places ralph012 years 12 months ago
StoryFrom Daisy Hill to San Francisco ralph613 years 1 day ago
StoryEighteen Sheets to the Wind ralph013 years 1 week ago

My stories

Cherry

Wisconsin

He speaks to the nation through the night-time networks of treachery. The things he wants are shiny, cheap, divisive and ugly. And now people will...
Cherry

Breathing Lessons

Realisations can choke. The empty biscuit tin, the final scrape of butter. The dirty penny from the jar. Breath, when taken deeply, can dislodge...
Cherry

Dawn Call Late

Alnmouth, Northumberland, Spring, 2013. On a bench with Gladys Bettess. Overlooking the bay. Above us, a kite, swirls, panics, falls. The...

Whilst Reading Anne Tyler

I was something else sometime ago. I know that if I wanted, I could climb the twelve stairs, open the battered case and pull out that day on Venice...

Distancing

Listening to Mingus preach. His fingers and thumbs a sermon. A lesson from a teacher learned but rarely practiced. That of trajectory. Today, there...
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