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StoryNeighbour (April 1) ivoryfishbone68 years 11 months ago
StoryCanal stevepoet09 years 1 month ago
StoryIcar us stevepoet09 years 2 months ago
StoryLast night stevepoet29 years 4 months ago
StoryIggy Pop's Eyes, Manchester Apollo 1977 stevepoet39 years 4 months ago
Storyblue gunpowder starring stevepoet212 years 3 months ago
StoryA prayer for the bored stevepoet012 years 3 months ago
StoryA photograph of you sitting on a white plastic seat on the Hook of Holland/Harwich ferry in the midday sunlight on August 13th stevepoet312 years 3 months ago
Story'We cannot experience molecules in the same way we experience dogs' stevepoet012 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHello, I've been away for a while stevepoet612 years 3 months ago
Forum topicSlam in Nottingham May 17th stevepoet212 years 3 months ago
Forum topicPoetry tonight stevepoet012 years 3 months ago
Collectionbits stevepoet012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe starlings over Abbey Park stevepoet412 years 5 months ago
StoryDriving through cloud towards Capel-y-ffin stevepoet412 years 8 months ago
StoryWe walk through streets empty of all language stevepoet912 years 8 months ago
Storyus, and the stars stevepoet212 years 9 months ago
StoryThe dead crane at Battersea stevepoet212 years 9 months ago
StoryEnough Blue QuiteNice413 years 3 months ago
StorySonnet stevepoet213 years 3 months ago
StoryRitual stevepoet513 years 4 months ago
StoryRed wine stevepoet613 years 4 months ago
StoryPIGWEED (an excerpt from North Side Love Riot) Durand613 years 4 months ago
StorySiren stevepoet313 years 4 months ago
Storyx stevepoet313 years 4 months ago

My stories

Neurodivergent Tea

An unprompted good cup of tea is the best cup of tea first thing on this rainy morning. He is becoming independent. This pleases me. I step back,...

Blue Smoke

Did anyone ask me if I wanted this? No, they bloody well didn’t. And if they had, I’d have said to them, you can keep it mate. Not interested. I’ve...

Zomville

The dead won’t eat you. Okay, they might, but not if you know what you’re doing. I shuffle and stumble along in the way I have been trained to do. I...
Cherry

Like music

The sun is a heart beating light into the coldness of space. And this heart is a small, ugly dog running joyfully through the bright spring air,...

Everywhere

Threaded through the rain-sown air or the cut of sun through the window. Overheard a hundred times in passed conversations. Written in grass, the...

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