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StoryBe you Firebird216 years 6 months ago
StoryToo unimpressed to dress gristo416 years 6 months ago
StoryThe British are coming! gristo416 years 8 months ago
StoryAs I watch you leave. Beeme1216 years 8 months ago
StoryCowboy Beeme716 years 10 months ago
StoryThe ballad of Derek and Ruth. chuck316 years 11 months ago
StorySuck and Swallow threeleafshamrock2316 years 11 months ago
StoryA Sorry Soldier Yazmin217 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI have never nazzy217217 years 1 month ago
StoryGlobal warming nazzy217417 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Argly Woo gristo317 years 1 month ago
StoryPhoto Booth Amazon217 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Tooth Fairy threeleafshamrock917 years 1 month ago
StoryLonely taxi journey gristo317 years 1 month ago
StoryOut of the picture gristo617 years 1 month ago
StoryWho's John? rokkitnite517 years 2 months ago
StoryBooks, Comics and Wooden Guns threeleafshamrock617 years 2 months ago
StoryTeenage Rebellion mcmanaman417 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Fens (a univocalism) gristo317 years 10 months ago
StoryCigarette Girl jennifer917 years 10 months ago
StoryThe dangers of growing up too soon gristo317 years 10 months ago
StoryIs it Love? Caolan_le_Paddy118 years 1 day ago
StoryOur love is a filthy love gristo218 years 1 week ago
StoryWhat if men burst in wearing balaclavas? mcmanaman218 years 1 month ago
StoryThere's a fight, sir! gristo418 years 1 month ago

My stories

First Class Sonnet

Oh British Rail First Class, Oh first Class Britain A leather bound land of the wide and thrilling I have joined your ranks; sat where you’re sitting

Mike Taboo

By his first Wednesday in school Everyone knew who Mike Taboo was The new student; a foreign gargoyle, Crack in the fairytale, black as charcoal, Sasquatch footsteps that pumped our tarmac.
Poem of the week

My response to an angry female poet

A response to a perfomance I witnessed at an open mic night a little while ago :)
Cherry

bottled

Here, swilled within the cracks that you made Other couples seem warped; Green Bunnies on strings, a candyfloss lie Revolving door sins, forget me not eyes Distant smiles, eyelashes,

The British are coming!

The British are coming The British are coming Shunning magnolia for foreign hues much more stunning Gunning their Peugeots upon clogged motorways

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