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StoryV - Caligula &; The Inferno Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryWitching Hour Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryZ - Norwich and the Mercenary Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryX - Clerihews for the order of H0 Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryY ~ Clerihews for the new 'manly' order of H0 Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryV~Something that fingers the thigh of what is true Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryWhen I Am Carried Across The Moor Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryZ - Goodnight from the poet Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryX - Lost love affairs Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryY - I slay tyrants in my sleep Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryW - On the way to and from the cinema Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryMrs F*** (remix) Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryTwo Russian Sonnets Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryMy First Dilemma Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StorySwift Nick and Co. Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Warlock Hits Town Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryShuttlebus North Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Generous Moon Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryScarthin's Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryPlayback Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryPenfriend from the Stars Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Brief Revenge Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryMoths For Moods Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StorySleepbolt Jack Cade012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Clown Jack Cade012 years 10 months 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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