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StoryHalf In, Half Out yrene217 years 2 months ago
StoryIt Doesn't Matter Which... Bradene417 years 2 months ago
StoryHot Chocolate! (Haiku) yrene217 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Pee yrene117 years 2 months ago
StoryFutility Bradene717 years 2 months ago
StoryTie Down Natasha Ken Simm417 years 2 months ago
StoryPhoto of an Old Refugee threeleafshamrock517 years 2 months ago
StoryThis is My Cross yrene217 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Encounter yrene217 years 2 months ago
Story4 Connecting Haiku Bradene517 years 2 months ago

My stories

The Cottage (Poem)

Time, you thief! Have stolen on your endless march, the ‘now’ That from the hour-glass of my mind, was cast, into the Sea of careless youth; to nestle in the shifting sands.
Cherry

London 1960

“We ask God to forgive us the sins we will commit in the future”. Every week we ask this, and then we come here next week and ask him to forgive last weeks’. This sinning is complicated.

Summer's Mourn

I have as much use for Winter as I have for an ashtray on my motorbike.

I am no more

If I should die; that love should live and not die with me.

Photo of an Old Refugee

While reading a newspaper article on Yugoslavian conflict, I noticed a photograph accompanying the piece. It was of an old man sitting on the back of a horse-drawn cart.

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