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StoryOde on the Common Verbena, in purple tan6332 years 10 months ago
StoryOde on a Cockroach, Negev Desert, Israel tan6323 years 2 months ago
StoryOde on a sprouting potato tan6323 years 2 months ago
StoryLetter to the unknown Mother of the Bronte sisters tan6303 years 2 months ago
StoryLetter to my Captain Oates tan6303 years 3 months ago
StoryLetter to Socrates tan6303 years 3 months ago
StoryMeditation - Meet me 'round the bend tan6313 years 3 months ago
StoryIn praise of milk, breast milk tan6313 years 3 months ago
StoryLetter to Marcus Aurelius, Emperor tan6303 years 3 months ago
StoryA call to arms, or Respect tan6353 years 4 months ago
StoryThe greatest disappointment of my life, tan6313 years 9 months ago
StoryThings we used to say, remember? tan6303 years 9 months ago
StoryOh, my arse! tan6313 years 9 months ago
StoryOde on the evergreen laurel - a Jubilee poem tan6303 years 9 months ago
StoryThis life is hard work tan6303 years 9 months ago
StoryWilfred's bugle, Sambre, France, 1918 tan6323 years 10 months ago
StoryOde on a dagger tan6303 years 10 months ago
StoryIf I could paint in blue, tan6313 years 10 months ago
StoryCold, Tuesday May 14th 1963, Cardiff tan6333 years 10 months ago
StoryFire, in the belly (or, this Materialism is a living death) tan6333 years 10 months ago
StoryBrief Moments To Imagine skinner_jennifer304 years 1 day ago
Storyunkissed celticman304 years 1 day ago
StoryBusiness as usual, in grey tan6304 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOn bowel cancer in seventeen syllables tan6314 years 2 weeks ago
StorySeahorse don't race tan6304 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Letter from the trenches, circa 1917

I'm dying to see you, my dears, We'll dance again around the maypole come next spring. We'll hold hands and sing on Mayday. I love you, don't ever...
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For Emma

Before you bury your love, Love, make sure you let it die! You were lost but now you're found, Namaste. You wear that scar - with such grace, my dear...
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On making love, part two

Love, We are energy. We are mostly energy when we are perfectly still. Be still. Be still. And silent, listen. Feel your energy, we are One

Musing on a cigarette

Ahem. Ahem. My favourite drug of them all. It came from Mexico to my rolling finger and thumb. To my soft lips. I breathe it in, and out, I give it...
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Sadangry!

Beyond sadness and Anger Lies a place of perpetual, Perpetual, Hunger for justice, before Peace can be made Real. The heartland that knows no borders...
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