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StoryV - Caligula &; The Inferno Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryWitching Hour Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryZ - Norwich and the Mercenary Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryX - Clerihews for the order of H0 Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryY ~ Clerihews for the new 'manly' order of H0 Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryV~Something that fingers the thigh of what is true Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryWhen I Am Carried Across The Moor Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryZ - Goodnight from the poet Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryX - Lost love affairs Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryY - I slay tyrants in my sleep Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryW - On the way to and from the cinema Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryMrs F*** (remix) Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryTwo Russian Sonnets Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryMy First Dilemma Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StorySwift Nick and Co. Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Warlock Hits Town Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryShuttlebus North Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Generous Moon Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryScarthin's Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryPlayback Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryPenfriend from the Stars Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Brief Revenge Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryMoths For Moods Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StorySleepbolt Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Clown Jack Cade013 years 1 week ago

My stories

Cornish Sonnet III

He tells me he's bought that copy of 'The Struggle For Mastery in Europe' with the handwritten letter

Cornish Sonnet II: Old Mining VIllage

He takes a brief detour - past the wild garlic, tracing the mill race's pinballing path, as it thrashes like Holmes and his nemesis grappling

Cornish Sonnet I

Hedge-shrapnel falls on me like powder snow, like a hedge-pungent pre-avalanche

A Variation on an Old Game

One, two, three - we are craps players ready to toss -

Penfriend from the Stars

Keen-eyed, curved trunk-skinner in my teeth, I climb the trees and sheer rock to rest, and survey, and to keep a sharp look- out for flying raft.

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