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StoryOh, my arse! tan6313 years 2 months ago
StoryOde on the evergreen laurel - a Jubilee poem tan6303 years 2 months ago
StoryThis life is hard work tan6303 years 2 months ago
StoryWilfred's bugle, Sambre, France, 1918 tan6323 years 3 months ago
StoryOde on a dagger tan6303 years 3 months ago
StoryIf I could paint in blue, tan6313 years 3 months ago
StoryCold, Tuesday May 14th 1963, Cardiff tan6333 years 3 months ago
StoryFire, in the belly (or, this Materialism is a living death) tan6333 years 3 months ago
StoryBrief Moments To Imagine skinner_jennifer303 years 5 months ago
Storyunkissed celticman303 years 5 months ago
StoryBusiness as usual, in grey tan6303 years 5 months ago
StoryOn bowel cancer in seventeen syllables tan6313 years 5 months ago
StorySeahorse don't race tan6303 years 5 months ago
StoryWar, peace and social injustice tan6303 years 5 months ago
StoryOn visiting the Van Gogh exhibition, Salford, February 2022 tan6303 years 5 months ago
StoryOde on a didgeridoo, Outback tan6303 years 6 months ago
StoryOde on an alley cat, Granada, Spain tan6303 years 6 months ago
StoryLetter to the Vatican - just words tan6303 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Age of Fear tan6323 years 6 months ago
StoryOde on a cloud in mercury with a silver lining tan6323 years 6 months ago
StoryOde on a good father, North London, 1933 tan6303 years 6 months ago
StoryOde to Death, big place tan6303 years 6 months ago
Story Ode on the Pacific, in water tan6303 years 6 months ago
StoryOde on a whippet with a twig in its jaw tan6323 years 6 months ago
StoryJoie de vivre, lakeside, Coniston tan6303 years 6 months ago

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Childfree Labour

What is a life if that life doesn't procreate? Is it still complete? Was it ever? Is anyone fulfilled? What is it to be so fulfilled? Where do you go...
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No man's Time

Sometimes, there's no time for fear, or pain. And, before we could talk, were there any wars? Where was the fear? What was there to fight for? Before...

The Gardener's Feet

Our gardener showed me his feet last Tuesday when he'd done mowing the lawn. White they were. As white as fresh snow or a rich American's front teeth...

How to transcend the body in ten easy steps

Stop gazing at yourself in the mirror. Avoid all dogma like the plague. Ignore bad news unless you can help to resolve it. Eschew vanity and all vain...
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An outrageously slow and peaceful homage to the stone age, sotto voce

A time before, when slings and arrows and rockets and missiles made fortunes for a few. Even, tribal wars were unheard of. Silence, save for the...

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