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StoryBe you Firebird215 years 8 months ago
StoryToo unimpressed to dress gristo415 years 8 months ago
StoryThe British are coming! gristo415 years 10 months ago
StoryAs I watch you leave. Beeme1215 years 10 months ago
StoryCowboy Beeme716 years 1 day ago
StoryThe ballad of Derek and Ruth. chuck316 years 3 weeks ago
StorySuck and Swallow threeleafshamrock2316 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Sorry Soldier Yazmin216 years 2 months ago
StoryI have never nazzy217216 years 3 months ago
StoryGlobal warming nazzy217416 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Argly Woo gristo316 years 3 months ago
StoryPhoto Booth Amazon216 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Tooth Fairy threeleafshamrock916 years 3 months ago
StoryLonely taxi journey gristo316 years 3 months ago
StoryOut of the picture gristo616 years 3 months ago
StoryWho's John? rokkitnite516 years 4 months ago
StoryBooks, Comics and Wooden Guns threeleafshamrock616 years 4 months ago
StoryTeenage Rebellion mcmanaman416 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Fens (a univocalism) gristo317 years 2 days ago
StoryCigarette Girl jennifer917 years 5 days ago
StoryThe dangers of growing up too soon gristo317 years 1 week ago
StoryIs it Love? Caolan_le_Paddy117 years 2 months ago
StoryOur love is a filthy love gristo217 years 2 months ago
StoryWhat if men burst in wearing balaclavas? mcmanaman217 years 3 months ago
StoryThere's a fight, sir! gristo417 years 3 months 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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