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StoryWhat Thought Did ralph36 years 9 months ago
StoryAlice Springs 1999 ralph06 years 9 months ago
Forum topicRecovery Songs - Pre Order ralph06 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Madness of Prime Minister Johnson ralph06 years 10 months ago
Blog entryThe Madness of Prime Minister Johnson ralph06 years 10 months ago
StoryYou’ll Have to Ask an Expert, Mate ralph06 years 11 months ago
StoryIn Susan’s Room. England, May 1982 ralph06 years 11 months ago
StoryAs if Dancing to Basie (after Phil Burdett) ralph36 years 11 months ago
StoryOn Frenchman Street I Fell Down and Smiled ralph06 years 11 months ago
StoryOn a Bench at St Osyth’s Bay ralph16 years 11 months ago
StoryHolding Hands Through Hard Times ralph07 years 1 week ago
StoryThat Poetry Voice ralph07 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDonny and Marie Stole the Highlights ralph27 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Confession of Goldie Hawn ralph27 years 1 month ago
StoryRed Lights ralph47 years 1 month ago
Forum topicAt the Spoken Word Event ralph27 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Twelve Steps of Poets Anonymous ralph77 years 2 months ago
Storyhope hope Nolan47 years 3 months ago
StoryWhen I Came Up for Air ralph07 years 3 months ago
StoryBethnal Green ralph07 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Price of a Bag of Potatoes ralph07 years 3 months ago
StoryRoaming Charges ralph07 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Game at the Bottom of the Stocking ralph07 years 4 months ago
StoryNorthern Territory ralph07 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Honourable Member ralph07 years 4 months ago

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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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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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Jumping Trains

Jumping Trains They call this room, ‘The Pod’. Outside. It’s slatted, curved. A brown tortoise shell. Inside. I distribute Mirtazapine, Tramadol,...
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House

House 3.20am. Inside this kitchen under emergency fluorescents. Head in hands — elbows on polished, scratched aluminum. I scan the clocks. Thinking I...
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Poem of the week

Shame

Shame I’ve tried to outstep the shame of this. Even now the guilt piles high like records racked on an old Dansette. I was a youth lost in a bedroom...
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