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| Forum topic | On Bleaker Street by ralph. | QueenElf | 10 | 20 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | Rent Boy ... | ivoryfishbone | 4 | 20 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | Ralph Dartford | Noticeboard | 3 | 20 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | ABCtales evening | tcook | 64 | 20 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | Does liking TS Elliot make you antisemitic? | markbrown | 11 | 20 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | Out of Everything You Learned in School ... | karl_wiggins | 12 | 20 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | The Wayward Bus | karl_wiggins | 4 | 20 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | A Shadow Of His Former Self... | mississippi | 10 | 20 years 10 months ago |
| Forum topic | what ya readin' ? | anna_tempt | 12 | 21 years 2 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | Support an ABCtales Member: Buy martin_t's book! | markbrown | 8 | 21 years 3 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | Hurricane Katrina | sgardiner | 45 | 21 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Owen Money | ely_whitley | 21 | 21 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Mo Mowlam | tcook | 11 | 21 years 2 months ago |
| Forum topic | Sum it up in a sentence | markbrown | 20 | 21 years 2 months ago |
| Forum topic | anyone want to come see my movie | maddan | 7 | 21 years 2 months ago |
My stories
The Swordfish And Shave
The second-hand flicked past the fingers of midnight, the virgin moments of a new day. The 'Swordfish and Shave' was emptying for the
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14
On this day. The number 14, is all mine. Van Morrison singing. 'Turn up your radio'. I oblige. I'm in the moment. I spin in my dressing gown. Clap my hands to Aretha.
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Like Montgomery Clift
It's building. This angst. Thick black bile. A heavy weather. Avenues empty, paths harden. This heat haze, can be grabbed. I sit in profile. Hopper honed. Framed by skylight,
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Valley Story
Sickle moon hangs cockeye over the valley. Bubbling pots, sweating out sweet mists. The rosy boy poised proudly for dinner. As sunset hobo shuffles in for his piece.
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- 1481 reads
From The Boundary
Victoria Park at dawn a chorus of leaves rustling her from whiskey sleep to dappled day the pipsqueak crows of midwicket long hop dewed worms as she crosses throws a stone
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- 1511 reads