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StoryWaterloo ralph110 years 6 months ago
Forum topicA Firm of Poets at the Bloomsbury Theatre ralph010 years 6 months ago
Forum topicThe People's Republic of Poetry ralph010 years 8 months ago
StoryOne Off The Wrist In The Wendy House (for Neil) ralph110 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Coal Porter ralph310 years 10 months ago
StoryThere May Be Good Blossom ralph210 years 10 months ago
StoryElectioneering ralph211 years 4 weeks ago
Forum topic#FirmAgainstApathy ralph011 years 4 weeks ago
Story#FirmAgainstApathy ralph111 years 1 month ago
Forum topic#FirmAgainstApathy ralph011 years 1 month ago
StoryIn the Eclipse ralph111 years 1 month ago
Forum topic#FirmAgainstApathy ralph211 years 2 months ago
StorySunday Shopping at York Retail Outlet ralph111 years 2 months ago
StoryPoem for Peter Porter ralph311 years 2 months ago
Forum topicA Firm of Poets: The Film. Holding Your Hand Through Hard Times ralph411 years 5 months ago
Forum topicA Firm of Poets: The Film ralph211 years 5 months ago
StoryAn Early Morning Phone Call From Tom Waits ralph211 years 6 months ago
StoryCome Sunday ralph111 years 6 months ago
StorySafe Home ralph011 years 6 months ago
StoryPoems I Do Not Like ralph111 years 6 months ago
StoryMaking A Decision Whilst Putting Away The Lawnmower (for Speccy) ralph011 years 6 months ago
StoryMeeting on a Pimlico Pavement ralph011 years 7 months ago
StoryLaindon Shopping Centre ralph511 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Song of Mickey Clemons ralph211 years 9 months ago
StoryLulu Turns the Key ralph211 years 9 months ago

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Dawn Call Late

Alnmouth, Northumberland, Spring, 2013. On a bench with Gladys Bettess. Overlooking the bay. Above us, a kite, swirls, panics, falls. The...
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Gold cherry

England

A town in the south. A March Saturday night. A little bistro that serves pasta dishes to Gladys and Brian. She is all twin set nostalgia. He is...
Gold cherry

River

Grumbling Mrs. Mumble itching along the bridge . S pitting spite at Canary Wharf . Lit up like a n opened fridge . Chains jangle in a falsetto wind...
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Cherry

Season

The first bee of spring swerves in a garden unkempt by winter and the unborn. I stand at this back door – shaken, considering those sunflowers of our...
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Cherry

Degrees of Difficulty

There was a girl I used to know who would swallow dive on to her four poster bed in times of excitement. She’d start her run in the hallway – ensure...

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