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StoryApples of democracy. rask_balavoine110 months 3 weeks ago
StoryNovember moan. rask_balavoine11 year 2 weeks ago
StoryDietrich and back again. rask_balavoine01 year 3 weeks ago
StoryBare bottoms in the graveyard. rask_balavoine01 year 3 weeks ago
StoryToday a toad rask_balavoine01 year 8 months ago
StoryCafé Boris (Part 1) Terrence Oblong83 years 6 months ago
StoryMelancholic pigeons from Berlin. rask_balavoine24 years 4 days ago
Story1978 randy-johnson24 years 1 month ago
StoryIt could be you w.w.j.abercrombie104 years 7 months ago
StoryGermolene paborama24 years 9 months ago
StoryNot Quite Fern Hill (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand276 years 7 months ago
StoryRiyadh: a work in progress, a city in progress pradaboy47 years 3 months ago
StoryPaul rask_balavoine27 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Prodigal Silver Spun Sand87 years 8 months ago
StoryThe moon shines down. rask_balavoine47 years 8 months ago
StoryOut by Raghly. rask_balavoine28 years 6 months ago
StoryBirthday on a train. rask_balavoine29 years 4 months ago
StoryA Fox in the Snow rask_balavoine99 years 4 months ago
CollectionTrashing the Empire rask_balavoine09 years 4 months ago
StoryNew Year's Day, Belfast rask_balavoine29 years 5 months ago
StoryMessing about near Easkey rask_balavoine29 years 5 months ago
StoryMurder at the Quacking Duck. rask_balavoine19 years 5 months ago
StoryTrust The Wind rask_balavoine19 years 5 months ago
StoryJust another cafe in Paris? rask_balavoine39 years 5 months ago
StoryInterrupted Chocolate rask_balavoine29 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Apples of democracy.

At some point last night I fell into the kingdom of dreams, a turbulent little spot that can engender confusion, fear or the deepest of disappointing...

November moan.

It’s ten in the evening The tenth of November I’m warming my feet By the fast-fading embers The window is frosted The garden is dusted With...

Dietrich and back again.

Marlene Dietrich bought me a drink this evening in a bar downtown. She said I looked sad and lonely but I assured her I was just hungry. I asked her...

Bare bottoms in the graveyard.

Refulgent sunshine skimmed over the graveyard behind the Church this morning. It threw long shadows on the grass that was crisp and white with...

Today a toad

This afternoon I came across a wlatsome looking toad sat on a half-submerged stone, its eyes bulging and throat throbbing as the mephitic vapours...