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StoryDublin ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryFor the Clipped Angels ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryDrowning ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryEstate Agent Survey ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryFalling ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryFRANK CAPRAS ITS A WONDERFUL LIFE ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryEnding the Seasons ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryForever London ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryEast River ralph012 years 1 week ago
StoryBroken Stones ralph212 years 1 month ago
StoryHyde Park ralph612 years 2 months ago
StoryBaltimore ralph412 years 2 months ago
StoryLike Montgomery Clift ralph512 years 3 months ago
StoryLithium Rose ralph912 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Zuffle Coat karl_wiggins1012 years 4 months ago
Forum topicAt least our chocolate won't melt karl_wiggins312 years 5 months ago
StoryWaterloo Sunset. Part Two ralph312 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Only Way Is Essex ralph912 years 5 months ago
Forum topicYork ABCtales evening? tcook2813 years 1 month ago
StoryThis is what my Mother said. ralph613 years 2 months ago
StoryHopper ralph313 years 4 months ago
StoryThere may be a good blossom ralph215 years 1 month ago
StoryThis is a Bubble markbrown115 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Mercy on Silver Street ralph215 years 7 months ago
StoryWith Dylan on the Moor ralph216 years 2 months ago

My stories

St John’s (after Van Morrison)

Cerys plays tunes this morning on my radio birds chirp the trees of St John’s and I’ve fine coffee from Guatemala the sun streams through and a...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

This Beeston Morning

One magpie, Beeston's little park just outside work. I remember the rhyme and I’ll take its sorrow with a cigarette. The memory of this morning’s...
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North

Aye. We knew summat were wrong with him. He smoked Silk Cut, ate dinner for his tea. He wore big headphones, the longest of coats. Some of us saw him...

Blackbirds

It will get better, some say. It was one of those bird days, when they all came to lodge, outstayed their welcome, hopped into every room, fluttered...
Cherry

Socialist Cocaine

There ain’t no such thing as socialist cocaine. You may be one of those who buys sustainable clothes, fair trade food, the Big Issue. Once cried for...

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