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StoryMy Father's House Silver Spun Sand69 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Probe loquaciousicity69 years 11 months ago
StoryBeach Bee199 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Trip To Torquay The End Came Too Soon skinner_jennifer99 years 11 months ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay Continued A Night To Remember skinner_jennifer119 years 11 months ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay skinner_jennifer149 years 11 months ago
StoryPoem For a Flower Bee189 years 11 months ago
StoryTaking it to the Extreme (Poetry Monthly) Ed Crane189 years 11 months ago
StoryFound in Ian Allen ABC American Cars 1956 (poetry Monthly) Ed Crane99 years 11 months ago
Story'Mine's a Saveloy!' Silver Spun Sand149 years 11 months ago
Storyawake tibi popovici69 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Very First Visit To Wembley skinner_jennifer129 years 11 months ago
StoryWhy Does it Always Rain at Funerals? (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand129 years 11 months ago
Story In Tune skinner_jennifer159 years 11 months ago
StoryDid You... Bee129 years 11 months ago
StoryHarriet Goes to Scotland hilary west109 years 11 months ago
StoryDeep Happiness (cf Psalm 1) Rhiannonw69 years 11 months ago
StoryLucy in the Sky Silver Spun Sand129 years 11 months ago
StoryA Child's Week (IP) Rhiannonw69 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Woman in White Silver Spun Sand89 years 11 months ago
StoryMeditation skinner_jennifer139 years 11 months ago
StorySleep Refreshment Rhiannonw89 years 11 months ago
StoryPeep Show Philip Sidney229 years 11 months ago
StoryDeep Love Rhiannonw69 years 12 months ago
StoryMy cherry blossom baby Deliberately Ev...89 years 12 months ago

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Cherry

The Silence of the Summit (Poetry Monthly)

Darkness falls and I am cold; limbs – stiffening, hope – fading.
Cherry

Clothes-Speak

Anyway, they wouldn’t understand, not about death, even though it seems they ask...her clothes...
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Sweet Lightning

Thunder thrums; in the middle distance a willow – overhangs the window, screeches on the pane...
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Flypast

A field of August wheat...

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