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StoryHolocaust Stone - Hyde Park. (April 15th, 2005) littleditty1114 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Line of Beauty Silver Spun Sand2014 years 3 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 8 rjnewlyn914 years 3 months ago
StoryDiary of a fearful poet maggyvaneijk1414 years 3 months ago
StoryPresent Imperfect Silver Spun Sand2214 years 3 months ago
StoryA Work in Progress barryj1814 years 4 months ago
StoryDevil incarnate Beeme514 years 4 months ago
StorySilence shoe814 years 4 months ago
StoryEnlightened Beeme614 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Long and the Short of it Silver Spun Sand2214 years 4 months ago
StoryWHO AM I? Zemikael Habte ...214 years 4 months ago
StoryMonday's Child (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand814 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Young Poet threeleafshamrock414 years 4 months ago
StoryLittle things shoe1514 years 4 months ago
StoryLest This Day kheldar1114 years 4 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time Silver Spun Sand2214 years 4 months ago
Story#Ruaumoko #haiku littleditty714 years 4 months ago
StoryFailure to Launch barryj1914 years 4 months ago
StoryDiary of a twenty-first century son maggyvaneijk1414 years 4 months ago
StoryPaper Proof jennifer1114 years 4 months ago
StoryHer Rucksack Silver Spun Sand3214 years 4 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 6 rjnewlyn1014 years 4 months ago
StoryReading at the Lowe Library MistakenMagic3214 years 4 months ago
StoryPostscript MistakenMagic3214 years 4 months ago
StoryWe're All Mad Here MistakenMagic2514 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

This Prison

I wake to a blue and yellow pastel dawn Chalked with white clouds And I know I dreamt about you again.
Cherry

Rain in July

She taps her red pumps On the stool as she gazes Out of the window of the Samaritans Charity shop. She stands out Like a snow white moth Against a grimy window pane.

Bittersweet

In the attic She lies beneath A blue square of sky Clinging to the bed clothes She can still smell The cake he baked for her
Cherry

Beauty?

Cigarette butts smudged into the stone Dreaming of smoke and skin Like an urban mural left to blemish The pavement

Juliet

Front door snap. Head phones in To block out her mother Howling her threats of banishment. But it didn’t matter. This wasn’t her home anymore.

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