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StoryJourneys Silver Spun Sand911 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Light on the Stairs Silver Spun Sand1011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIt's Four in the Afternoon... Silver Spun Sand1011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMy Father's House Silver Spun Sand611 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Probe loquaciousicity611 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBeach Bee1911 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMy Trip To Torquay The End Came Too Soon skinner_jennifer911 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay Continued A Night To Remember skinner_jennifer1111 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay skinner_jennifer1411 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPoem For a Flower Bee1811 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTaking it to the Extreme (Poetry Monthly) Ed Crane1811 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFound in Ian Allen ABC American Cars 1956 (poetry Monthly) Ed Crane911 years 3 weeks ago
Story'Mine's a Saveloy!' Silver Spun Sand1411 years 3 weeks ago
Storyawake tibi popovici611 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMy Very First Visit To Wembley skinner_jennifer1211 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWhy Does it Always Rain at Funerals? (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand1211 years 3 weeks ago
Story In Tune skinner_jennifer1511 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDid You... Bee1211 years 3 weeks ago
StoryHarriet Goes to Scotland hilary west1011 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDeep Happiness (cf Psalm 1) Rhiannonw611 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLucy in the Sky Silver Spun Sand1211 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Child's Week (IP) Rhiannonw611 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Woman in White Silver Spun Sand811 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMeditation skinner_jennifer1311 years 3 weeks ago
StorySleep Refreshment Rhiannonw811 years 3 weeks 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...
Cherry

Sweet Lightning

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

Flypast

A field of August wheat...

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