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StoryGloria ralph24 years 8 months ago
StoryLinda Blair ralph04 years 8 months ago
StoryWhat I Heard in Sharrow Vale ralph04 years 8 months ago
StoryScreenshot ralph24 years 8 months ago
StoryPeel Park. New Year’s Eve ralph44 years 8 months ago
StoryBeing There ralph24 years 8 months ago
StoryLove is a Verb ralph04 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Worst Words ralph34 years 8 months ago
Story10.28 Breaking ralph05 years 1 week ago
StoryBucks from a Cuban ralph35 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLatitude ralph45 years 1 month ago
Blog entryVIRTUAL READING NIGHT - Extended Due To Popular Demand! insertponceyfre...15 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Coal Porter ralph15 years 3 months ago
StoryNineteen and the Mermaids ralph45 years 3 months ago
StoryBegging’s Not My Business ralph05 years 3 months ago
StoryCome Sunday ralph35 years 3 months ago
StoryTo Recover ralph05 years 3 months ago
StoryHome ralph15 years 4 months ago
StoryHockney and I ralph35 years 4 months ago
StoryOn London Bridge I Fell Down and Wept ralph25 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Stigmatisations ralph35 years 4 months ago
StoryOlder ralph05 years 4 months ago
StoryAs if Dancing to Basie ralph35 years 4 months ago
StoryWisconsin ralph05 years 5 months ago
StoryBreathing Lessons ralph15 years 5 months ago

My stories

Daddy Long Legs

Daddy Long Legs There was a singular man who walked tall around our Basildon town in an open necked shirt, a comb in his top left pocket. Shiny shoes...
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Cherry

Record

Record And they are spitting bars in the chapel. I watch my back, my moods switched on. It’s chilly. The prison dialled down until November. Price of...
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Cherry

Tide

Tide We are watching football. Bellingham skates on Wembley ice. Our phones bleep with news and more news. Italy score, but we own the tide. There is...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Geese

Geese Across an England October zinc sky, they come. Sketched at angles as if to resemble flags dragged. The Geese are migrating. Rain falls and I...
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Cherry

Raymond

Raymond The season brings the oldness of a year. A light straining out from a coal morning. The radio wears a cardigan with news of how much the...
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