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StoryMemory of Omagh ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryKelly's Eye ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Forty Foot ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryUnder a Nikon Star ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryRubber Ruth ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryShift ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryPassing the Secondhand ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryQuick One With Mr Coffee ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryNight on Bow ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryLong way from Alice Springs ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryKilling Colour ralph012 years 4 months ago
StorySometimes I go Looking ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryPressing ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Slide and the Swing ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryPage Turner ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryMe and Bobby Moore ralph012 years 4 months ago
StorySome Kind Of Haiku ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryMapping The Heart ralph012 years 4 months ago
StorySwept ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryJust a week in Brooklyn ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryJust Before the Lampshade (Assembly Rooms Edinburgh 2004) ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryIn Edinburgh ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryInside ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryGig ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryI'll think I'll call it 'Appetite' ralph012 years 4 months ago

My stories

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And You Can Win a Goldfish

“And she never came down.” It began well, the day, which surprised him. He expected the usual Saturday morning grief. The snipe of the ex-wife to his...
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Tripoli

Don’t leave our ruined village. Aki. England is not your place. Men with hate will call you Paki, then spit right in your face. Remember when we...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Last Rites

I’ve shat it out myself, a complete lack of humility and grace. There is no value in any of it now, our long gone eyes of days. But I remember a...
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04.19

You are between, but to look down will be a jump too far. To leap through. Forward, not back. May break the fall.
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Test

August lawns mowed for the last time. Churchyard Conkers already fall into the hands of a child at Deep Cover. Autumn wants it. Summer refuses. These...

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