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StoryArrival ralph37 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Salad of John and Yoko ralph17 years 6 months ago
StoryDear America ralph37 years 6 months ago
StoryThe White Poppy Woman ralph67 years 6 months ago
StoryUndressed ralph47 years 6 months ago
StoryHenry Miller at Denny’s ralph17 years 6 months ago
StoryOn Leppings Lane ralph07 years 6 months ago
StoryTo the Moskva River ralph07 years 6 months ago
StoryAnd You Can Win a Goldfish ralph47 years 6 months ago
StoryTripoli ralph37 years 6 months ago
StoryLast Rites ralph47 years 7 months ago
Forum topicRecovery Songs - Bloomsbury Theatre, Friday 28 Se ralph27 years 7 months ago
Story04.19 ralph17 years 8 months ago
StoryTest ralph07 years 8 months ago
StoryA Family Business ralph07 years 9 months ago
StoryCasino Town ralph37 years 9 months ago
StoryGoing Out For Cigarettes ralph37 years 10 months ago
StoryUnder This ralph07 years 10 months ago
StoryA Period of Quarantine (after Stevie Smith) ralph17 years 10 months ago
StorySt John’s (after Van Morrison) ralph17 years 11 months ago
StoryThis Beeston Morning ralph67 years 11 months ago
StoryNorth ralph08 years 5 days ago
Forum topicRecovery Songs at the Bloomsbury Theatre: Thursday 10th May ralph38 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBlackbirds ralph08 years 1 month ago
StorySocialist Cocaine ralph38 years 1 month ago

My stories

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There is Still Time

There is Still Time to wipe your tongue across greying lips, and kiss the world back. For you are no different than us. We have all committed the...
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Friday Night was Biscuit Night

My mum, she loved Marks & Spencer. She’d always say, ‘You can’t beat them for value.’ She was a brilliant shoplifter, my mum.
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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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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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