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Forum topicRecovery Songs at the Bloomsbury Theatre: Thursday 10th May ralph38 years 3 months ago
StoryBlackbirds ralph08 years 4 months ago
StorySocialist Cocaine ralph38 years 4 months ago
StoryAnd It's Over To History For The Weather ralph08 years 4 months ago
StoryNineteen and the Mermaids ralph08 years 5 months ago
StoryThere Were Other Blizzards ralph18 years 5 months ago
Story An Adonis Outside Unity House ralph38 years 5 months ago
Forum topicRecovery Songs ralph28 years 5 months ago
StoryAt the Arts Council in Manchester ralph108 years 5 months ago
Forum topicAddict ralph28 years 6 months ago
Forum topicSoul Boy ralph28 years 6 months ago
StoryRecovery Song ralph28 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Pulpit of Snide (or when I became very unwell with severe depression and drug dependency, some of my closest friends shattered my heart into a million different pieces by just walking away) ralph28 years 7 months ago
StoryButtershaw, South Bradford ralph68 years 7 months ago
StoryThe LA Pantry ralph38 years 8 months ago
StorySoul Boy ralph108 years 8 months ago
StoryDreams of Children ralph08 years 9 months ago
StoryLeaving Upton Park ralph28 years 9 months ago
StoryIf I Could Take A Day ralph98 years 9 months ago
StoryHaiku Five O' ralph58 years 10 months ago
StoryRumours of a Hurricane ralph18 years 10 months ago
StoryUs! (for the New Hanbury Creative Writing Project) ralph18 years 11 months ago
StoryJoseph ralph59 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Girl With No Name ralph29 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Comer Inner ralph29 years 3 weeks 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...
Gold cherry
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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