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StoryAs if Dancing to Basie (after Phil Burdett) ralph36 years 3 months ago
StoryOn Frenchman Street I Fell Down and Smiled ralph06 years 4 months ago
StoryOn a Bench at St Osyth’s Bay ralph16 years 4 months ago
StoryHolding Hands Through Hard Times ralph06 years 5 months ago
StoryThat Poetry Voice ralph06 years 5 months ago
StoryDonny and Marie Stole the Highlights ralph26 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Confession of Goldie Hawn ralph26 years 6 months ago
StoryRed Lights ralph46 years 6 months ago
Forum topicAt the Spoken Word Event ralph26 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Twelve Steps of Poets Anonymous ralph76 years 7 months ago
Storyhope hope Nolan46 years 7 months ago
StoryWhen I Came Up for Air ralph06 years 7 months ago
StoryBethnal Green ralph06 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Price of a Bag of Potatoes ralph06 years 8 months ago
StoryRoaming Charges ralph06 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Game at the Bottom of the Stocking ralph06 years 9 months ago
StoryNorthern Territory ralph06 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Honourable Member ralph06 years 9 months ago
StoryArrival ralph36 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Salad of John and Yoko ralph16 years 11 months ago
StoryDear America ralph36 years 11 months ago
StoryThe White Poppy Woman ralph66 years 11 months ago
StoryUndressed ralph46 years 11 months ago
StoryHenry Miller at Denny’s ralph16 years 11 months ago
StoryOn Leppings Lane ralph06 years 11 months ago

My stories

When I Was Flush

I once purchased a pair of trousers, a jacket made entirely of playing cards. People seemed to like it. Without doubt, it went on to become my...
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Cherry

Friday Night at Zhivago’s

Stolen from him at the college disco under a neon moon and Tainted Love. The dance floor became a crime scene. For here was the kiss of the century...
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Poem of the week

Any Old Jerusalem

On the laps of our beloved smoking mothers –
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Brass

For us, there were times of fine weather between the walled towns. But now it rains inside our trains. Once, the days and nights tapped out hot...
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The January Rebellion

The dishwasher is reading Kafka. The toaster has taken to drink. The freezer has joined the picket line. The whole kitchen is in the sink.
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