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StoryEighteen Sheets to the Wind ralph013 years 1 month ago
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StoryWE NEED TO TALK ABOUT GEOFF CAPES: AN URGENT REQUEST FROM BBC NEWSNIGHT ralph113 years 2 months ago
StoryWalthamstow Story ralph113 years 2 months ago
StoryWaiting for Kully Thiarai at the West Yorkshire Playhouse ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryYou Got The Floor by Arthur Adams ralph113 years 2 months ago
StoryYou Can Win A Goldfish! ralph213 years 2 months ago
StoryWrist ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryYour Wee Small Hour ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryValley Story ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryZuzu's Petals ralph013 years 2 months ago
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StoryWhisper At Black Cross ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryYear End ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryX Me Like You Mean It ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryYou Sweet Swimmer ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryValley Song ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryWelcome Home Snowbaby ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryZak Coming Home ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryYour Fake Roses ralph013 years 2 months ago
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StoryWhen Ralph Met Lloyd ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryZooming through the beat beyond ralph013 years 2 months ago
StoryXylophoning ralph013 years 2 months ago

My stories

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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A Dance in the Pub for Carlos Alberto

Without doubt, mate, it was about the density of the Rediffusion days, of colour television and the merging of two decades. A beautiful game played...
Gold cherry

In Childhood

In Childhood Don’t step upon the cracks. For that is where the fingers lurk that will pull at your shoe, loosen your lace and force you to flail face...
Cherry

Thomas Wilson

Thomas Wilson Thomas Wilson washed his hands in the sink for the fifth time and dried them on his jeans. He could fill a bucket of hot water and soap...
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After the Division Bell

After the Division Bell She’s chewing gum with a face as furious as a ripened mango. The collective mood of the room is that of broken pens. This is...

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