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CollectionThen and now sarahprowls011 years 12 months ago
CollectionPoems 2004 - 2005 sarahprowls011 years 12 months ago
StoryWhat to do? sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryWe are all the orange sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryWe and that sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat say you (of progeny) sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryWishful Thinking sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryWeird habits sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryYour journey's chapter, (with me in it) sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryMy women before me sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryReceipts and Outgoings. sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe long trip round sarahprowls212 years 1 month ago
StoryMain course sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryQuiet movement sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryMoth trap sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryLong Exposure sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryPark thoughts #2 sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryPark thoughts #1 sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryTo define sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryStart over sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryLet go sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryOde to a radiator sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StorySouthbank sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryOne half sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago
StoryStanding in the bathroom sarahprowls012 years 1 month ago

My stories

Unpacking

There was always an admiring gaze cast to you – bouncing back to me However, remaining separate in our universes All this time Until We gripped each others boxes Eager to see their contents

Fruitful

This is a slow and sure process It never got this far before The ground too unsteady with the heave of energy in motion To ever take hold This time All systems checked

Fastening the seatbelt

There is a sandal being dangled From a big toe Backwards then forwards As you glide on your swing The harvest is high and lush this year

Receipts and Outgoings.

Documents from another era. Almost another lifetime it feels Falling into my hands, In a winter clean up and out mood Bank statements, notebooks, diaries. Invoices. Receipts.

A thread through a fortnight

They said there would be rain in the air today and it was fair. And yesterday and last week were as wet as wet. There was a whisper that the woman at the top of the block was unhappy with

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