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StoryThe Light on the Stairs Silver Spun Sand1010 years 4 months ago
StoryIt's Four in the Afternoon... Silver Spun Sand1010 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Father's House Silver Spun Sand610 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Probe loquaciousicity610 years 4 months ago
StoryBeach Bee1910 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Trip To Torquay The End Came Too Soon skinner_jennifer910 years 4 months ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay Continued A Night To Remember skinner_jennifer1110 years 4 months ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay skinner_jennifer1410 years 4 months ago
StoryPoem For a Flower Bee1810 years 4 months ago
StoryTaking it to the Extreme (Poetry Monthly) Ed Crane1810 years 4 months ago
StoryFound in Ian Allen ABC American Cars 1956 (poetry Monthly) Ed Crane910 years 4 months ago
Story'Mine's a Saveloy!' Silver Spun Sand1410 years 4 months ago
Storyawake tibi popovici610 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Very First Visit To Wembley skinner_jennifer1210 years 4 months ago
StoryWhy Does it Always Rain at Funerals? (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand1210 years 4 months ago
Story In Tune skinner_jennifer1510 years 4 months ago
StoryDid You... Bee1210 years 4 months ago
StoryHarriet Goes to Scotland hilary west1010 years 4 months ago
StoryDeep Happiness (cf Psalm 1) Rhiannonw610 years 4 months ago
StoryLucy in the Sky Silver Spun Sand1210 years 4 months ago
StoryA Child's Week (IP) Rhiannonw610 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Woman in White Silver Spun Sand810 years 4 months ago
StoryMeditation skinner_jennifer1310 years 4 months ago
StorySleep Refreshment Rhiannonw810 years 4 months ago
StoryPeep Show Philip Sidney2210 years 4 months ago

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My stories

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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