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StoryThis is what my Mother said. ralph614 years 4 months ago
StoryHopper ralph314 years 6 months ago
StoryThere may be a good blossom ralph216 years 4 months ago
StoryThis is a Bubble markbrown116 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Mercy on Silver Street ralph216 years 9 months ago
StoryWith Dylan on the Moor ralph217 years 4 months ago
StoryHong Kong 1938 Ewan717 years 9 months ago
Forum topicMagic Moments rachelcoates2017 years 9 months ago
Forum topicP*****d off Poet Vents, please comment, need advice? jennifer2617 years 10 months ago
StoryDelia's How to Cook. Book 1 ralph117 years 10 months ago
StoryLeaving London ralph117 years 10 months ago
StoryEvery time I see a couple kissing in public I'll think of you and me on Princes Street mcmanaman317 years 11 months ago
StoryThe day I grow up ... Silver Spun Sand1417 years 11 months ago
StorySpring 1972 Dynamaso318 years 1 hour ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville (re-edited) ralph418 years 20 hours ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville ralph218 years 1 day ago
StoryFor Old Times' Sake luigi_pagano1118 years 3 days ago
Forum topicCherrypicking Robot luigi_pagano818 years 3 days ago
StoryJimmy ralph518 years 3 days ago
StoryWhat I Remember ivoryfishbone718 years 1 week ago
Forum topicEntertainment Anonymous5318 years 3 weeks ago
StorySee My Failure chelseyflood618 years 3 weeks ago
StorySunday on the beautiful doomed Aylesbury Estate poetjude218 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicThe winners of the Growing Up Comp are... tcook1118 years 1 month ago
Forum topicLaura Brown by lukewright tcook918 years 10 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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