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StoryTo the Moskva River ralph07 years 1 month ago
StoryAnd You Can Win a Goldfish ralph47 years 1 month ago
StoryTripoli ralph37 years 1 month ago
StoryLast Rites ralph47 years 1 month ago
Forum topicRecovery Songs - Bloomsbury Theatre, Friday 28 Se ralph27 years 1 month ago
Story04.19 ralph17 years 3 months ago
StoryTest ralph07 years 3 months ago
StoryA Family Business ralph07 years 3 months ago
StoryCasino Town ralph37 years 3 months ago
StoryGoing Out For Cigarettes ralph37 years 4 months ago
StoryUnder This ralph07 years 4 months ago
StoryA Period of Quarantine (after Stevie Smith) ralph17 years 4 months ago
StorySt John’s (after Van Morrison) ralph17 years 5 months ago
StoryThis Beeston Morning ralph77 years 5 months ago
StoryNorth ralph07 years 6 months ago
Forum topicRecovery Songs at the Bloomsbury Theatre: Thursday 10th May ralph37 years 7 months ago
StoryBlackbirds ralph07 years 7 months ago
StorySocialist Cocaine ralph37 years 7 months ago
StoryAnd It's Over To History For The Weather ralph07 years 8 months ago
StoryNineteen and the Mermaids ralph07 years 8 months ago
StoryThere Were Other Blizzards ralph17 years 8 months ago
Story An Adonis Outside Unity House ralph37 years 8 months ago
Forum topicRecovery Songs ralph27 years 9 months ago
StoryAt the Arts Council in Manchester ralph107 years 9 months ago
Forum topicAddict ralph27 years 9 months ago

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Hope Revisited

The found couple sat on a bench, holding hands. It was a July English estuary seafront and they were amongst screeching children, feral dogs and the...
Gold cherry

Hope's Eve

Dirty old river must you keep rolling beneath a setting sun for the boy who waits. Mod suited, Chelsea booted outside the Friday night hum of trains...
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Gold cherry

Mexico 1970

There were rumours of decimalisation. A new decade in modernism at Manor House Junior school. It was the summer of 1970, of Esso World Cup coins...
Cherry

Colouring Book

Colouring Book Wherever I’ve stood. Buttershaw, New Orleans, Basildon. I’ve always looked for the people who knew truths. Not Gods, but folk who...

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