Silver Spun Sand
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | The Weatherman said... | Silver Spun Sand | 15 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Dearest Daughter... | Silver Spun Sand | 10 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Ordnance Survey | Pat G | 14 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | ‘Clouds’ | Art of the Diver | 12 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | New Year – not 1/1 (IP) | Rhiannonw | 9 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Tale of a Cracker Jigsaw | Rhiannonw | 8 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | All the Ghosts of Us | Bee | 29 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Finishing Touch | Starfish Girl | 8 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Of Mattie and Me... | Silver Spun Sand | 8 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Dull certainty | Pat G | 6 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Quietus | Silver Spun Sand | 16 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Silver swish | Rhiannonw | 11 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | solitude | tibi popovici | 13 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Night Moves... | Silver Spun Sand | 14 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Moving On | Silver Spun Sand | 16 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Thoughts From a Conversation Near Catbells | MyPunkGang | 2 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | ‘You That I Love’ | Art of the Diver | 2 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | What Endures | Silver Spun Sand | 7 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | This Coma | poetjude | 2 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Things make me want a Duvet Day | Silver Spun Sand | 6 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Journeys | Silver Spun Sand | 10 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Run Roe Deer Run | Silver Spun Sand | 8 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Crystal Balls and Commas | Silver Spun Sand | 8 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Poem Unread | Silver Spun Sand | 9 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Picture at an Exhibition | Silver Spun Sand | 11 | 11 years 2 months ago |
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My stories
No Angels
It was raining. Standing at the open French windows, a redolent wind blew a strand of hair across her cheek, and for a second she fancied there was a certain hint of Byzance in the air– Julie’s late sister’s signature perfume.
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Crystal Balls and Commas
True to form, an earthmoving experience wakes me at 5.00 a.m.; my husband re-launching himself into our bed after taking a pee. Getting in and out of...
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A Small Ceasing to Be
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Night in the Camargue
Not the Camargue or the Rhone, not the wind bending bamboo on the brackish, delta marshes;
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For the Love of Her
“...and if I should carol aloud from aloft all things that are forked, and horned, and soft would lean out from the hollowed sphere of the sea all looking down for the love of me.” ‘The Mermaid’ (Alfred Lord Tennyson)
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