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StoryPeel Park. New Year’s Eve ralph45 years 7 months ago
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StoryLove is a Verb ralph05 years 8 months ago
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Blog entryVIRTUAL READING NIGHT - Extended Due To Popular Demand! insertponceyfre...16 years 2 weeks ago
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Less

Less Flee the womb! Bloody, flawless. The cough of breath, the catch of life. Pissed up husband, exhausted wife. Neither here or there. Never more...
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The Gifting

The Gifting So here we are inside HMP Brixton. The mood brighter than usual. New spring hot sun diffuses mustard through dust thick classroom windows...
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Old Nights

Old Nights For David Floyd And a man rotates a table for diners as I twist myself – synching to unghost those years. I can see them now: Alison with...
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On December Nights in 1973

On December Nights in 1973 Our mum, she loved Marks & Spencer. She'd always say, "Ohh.You can't beat them for quality. For value!" Every...
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Jimmy

Jimmy Under the trees at the end of the field. The day we built our camp. We had rusty nails, sweet cigarettes. A radio that played opera. You showed...

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