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StoryCoffee Shop Man okokjazz012 years 9 months ago
StoryChinese Girl At The Window okokjazz012 years 9 months ago
StoryChanging Ways okokjazz012 years 9 months ago
StoryArrested okokjazz012 years 9 months ago
Story5, 7, 13. okokjazz012 years 9 months ago
Collection2005 okokjazz012 years 9 months ago
CollectionUnordered Tales okokjazz012 years 9 months ago
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StorySonnet 3 okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
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StorySonnet 1 okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Western Ghats okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Mirror Girl okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryTwo King Charles' spaniels &; a little German girl okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryPink lady on the skyline okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryLondon, Farringdon okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryModern Monk okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Journey okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryPassing Note okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryIs Me, Was Me &; Will Be Me okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryEverything okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryFourteen Together okokjazz012 years 11 months ago
StoryDid you&;#063; okokjazz012 years 11 months ago

My stories

Sonnet 3

Wrap me in cotton wool: don’t let me touch You lying there in your matchbox disused - Where your sting’s curled in tight to your belly And your hands are balled in to your heart.

Sonnet 2

The sun is hot today and I hate you. In the winter's coldness I could touch you - But then the sun slid back and revealed you, It parted the storm...

The Western Ghats

Scrawled out on a train in India travelling between Goa and Bangalore along one of the most beautiful stretches of railway in the world.

Sonnet 1

I have written myself into the sand Of a thousand thousand uncaring souls; But always it seems sea eternal rolls, Smoothing the ground on which I try...

London, Farringdon

I may be little travelled, but it's my belief that there is no other city quite like London on Earth.

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