Caldwell

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StoryThe old man and the magic bird. Caldwell113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryHave You Seen My Nipple Tape? Jane Hyphen513 years 2 months ago
StoryDedicated to Helen Mirren mayhemandroses313 years 5 months ago
StoryTo live, to write, to strive... for cherries Caldwell313 years 5 months ago
StoryNewborn Caldwell613 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Prayer of the Pike sanexpeditus913 years 5 months ago
StoryFading to Sepia Silver Spun Sand2013 years 5 months ago
StoryLove in a Cold Climate Silver Spun Sand2214 years 7 months ago
Story Let's Start Again Cavalcader3014 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Sultan’s Egg well-wisher415 years 1 month ago
StoryDelirious jennifer715 years 11 months ago
StorySweet Caroline Silver Spun Sand2316 years 3 months ago
StoryMessage to McQueen Caldwell216 years 4 months ago
StorySlip Skin jennifer417 years 9 months ago
Forum topicIs my brain small enough? Yan23817 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Garden The Dark Interpreter217 years 11 months ago
Forum topicwww.sugalumps.com ged-backland217 years 11 months ago
Forum topicShe is here! :-))))) pepsoid917 years 11 months ago
Forum topicHoly Writing Crap, Batman! Tipp Hex2517 years 12 months ago
StoryPond dipping in Haringey bobblehat2023417 years 12 months ago
StoryFairground Boys Ewan517 years 12 months ago
StoryMad Doggerel Paul Annon217 years 12 months ago
StoryAnother E-mail Ewan418 years 13 hours ago
Forum topicMetaphysical poets - Does the union of science and 'spirituality' work well? LTBurbery318 years 1 day ago
StoryA Melody Remembered elzwivluv518 years 4 days ago

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My stories

Cherry

What We Remember

Lemon trees soaked in light. A herder calls. You sit amidst Spain’s cracked hills, in olive shade. No need to talk— we’ve heard your voice. Though...
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Cherry

Oh I do like to be...

We spread our towels over pebbles and dream of sand. Windbreakers flap like prayer flags, and the sun, though pale, burns with quiet malice. Children...
Cherry

Ken Market

Kensington Market used to sit at 49–53 Kensington High Street, a three-storey indoor maze of stalls and dreams. Between the ages of 16 and 18—1988 to...
Cherry

Burma under occupation

In April 1942, my uncle Eddie was seven years old. His father, my grandfather Archibald, was the superintendent of stores with the Burma Oil Company...

The Shellsuit

All my adult life, I’ve carried a complicated relationship with my father. At first, I thought the solution was distance—emotional, then physical. I...
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