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StoryJohnny Rich threeleafshamrock2613 years 8 months ago
StoryReflection Dynamaso2213 years 8 months ago
StoryDaffodil Dawn Silver Spun Sand2213 years 8 months ago
Storysomething and nothing sid3013 years 8 months ago
StoryMad Maggie threeleafshamrock713 years 8 months ago
StoryChild of Mine Silver Spun Sand1513 years 8 months ago
StoryMorning has Broken skinner_jennifer1913 years 8 months ago
StoryTHE EXTREMELY ABRIDGED HISTORY, PRESENT & FUTURE OF PAUL ASKEW, IN FIVE DREAM SCENES. AKT1713 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Man with the Fish Tattoo Silver Spun Sand1813 years 8 months ago
StoryNext of Kin #5 Beeme113 years 8 months ago
StoryEarly Spring danielwhite87513 years 8 months ago
StoryOn Putting the Clocks Forward Silver Spun Sand1213 years 8 months ago
StoryDon Paterson Didn't Eat His Venison MistakenMagic1713 years 8 months ago
StoryBadly Beaten Broken Heart threeleafshamrock613 years 8 months ago
StoryPoem for a Granddaughter Silver Spun Sand2413 years 8 months ago
StoryRemember! threeleafshamrock913 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Garden threeleafshamrock1413 years 8 months ago
StoryNext Of Kin #4 Beeme613 years 8 months ago
StoryTry to Tell Myself... Silver Spun Sand1713 years 8 months ago
StoryIt Won't Hurt blighters rock1813 years 8 months ago
Storygaps in concrete sid2713 years 8 months ago
StoryBring up the bucket (I.P.) threeleafshamrock1313 years 8 months ago
StoryNice Day for It Silver Spun Sand3213 years 8 months ago
StoryReflections skinner_jennifer1713 years 8 months ago
StoryBad Habits maggyvaneijk1113 years 8 months ago

My stories

Libra

Only cautious Capricorn can make me lose my balance.
Cherry

Maladaptive Coping Behaviour

I slip away from everyone at the B&B and sneak down the beach road, bare-foot with sandals in hand, to the sand dunes for a sly cigarette.
Cherry

Amnesia

My trail of footprints sinks into the sand like a long, rambling confession; the ins and outs of two years of extreme loneliness.
Cherry

Lucid Dreams In Moscow

Part One of a two-part series of poems on my experiences of Russia. 'Looming before me, St Basil's basks in camera flashes, with its candy-cane swirls and pretentious pastels,'
Cherry

Ton Autre Amour

It wasn't that I didn't like Paris; the colours lazily reclining on their canvasses at Montmartre. Gargoyles crawling up the outstretched fingers of Notre Dame.

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