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StoryAbout It All Again mickleinapickle24 years 3 months ago
StoryPerhaps mickleinapickle104 years 3 months ago
StoryIsland Hideaway 9 - First Sighting​ Terrence Oblong64 years 3 months ago
StoryBigger Than Your God mickleinapickle64 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Season To Be Jolly mickleinapickle44 years 4 months ago
StoryChill Rhiannonw94 years 4 months ago
StoryAngel 83 (lock up) celticman114 years 4 months ago
StoryKaleidoscopy Parson Thru24 years 7 months ago
StoryTherefore I Am skinner_jennifer144 years 7 months ago
StoryShe Loved Me Not mickleinapickle64 years 8 months ago
StoryMark My Words luigi_pagano104 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Yellow Shoehorn luigi_pagano44 years 8 months ago
Storywhat we talk about when we talk about fire JupiterMoon24 years 8 months ago
StoryEchoes Of Town skinner_jennifer124 years 8 months ago
StoryHot Air on the Air luigi_pagano104 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Last Game of Numbers ice rivers84 years 8 months ago
StorySalt onemorething44 years 9 months ago
StoryUnwillingly to School Starfish Girl64 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat To Say? forest_for_ever24 years 9 months ago
StorySmelling of Roses luigi_pagano24 years 9 months ago
StoryClass of 1917 Reunion ice rivers44 years 9 months ago
StoryPeterloo Remembered forest_for_ever34 years 9 months ago
Blog entryAnd All That Jazz mickleinapickle45 years 3 weeks ago
Blog entrySunday Existential Vacuum – Right here – I’m getting life wrong – you? Shannan45 years 3 months ago
Blog entryAnn Lamott (1994)  Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life. celticman25 years 3 months ago

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My stories

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Ellie and Her Cohorts (haibun)

Ellie came for a sleepover. It was her turn, so she told us. Still a committed carnivore... Mrs Treaclechops defrosted a pack of thick-cut bacon and...

The Season To Be Jolly

We get fed up with turkey and stuffing For Christmas day lunch, I’m not bluffing Though no one’s to blame It’s always the same So this year we might...
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Bigger Than Your God

“Do that again and I’ll thump you.” “Try it… I’ll punch you.” “Well, I’ll hit you with a stick.” “My stick’s bigger than your stick.” “My brother...
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She Loved Me Not

Sally drank a full bottle of whisky Which made her feel fruity and frisky She said she had time If I had the rhyme But the glint in her eye was too...

About It All Again

I was thinking back to December 1973... a village called Oberjoch (over the hill) in the Bavarian Alps. Six foot of snow! I was learning to ski with...

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