Kilb50
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Call that Poetry | Silver Spun Sand | 25 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Story | New Jersey Neighbors | nicola6 | 1 | 16 years 5 months ago |
| Forum topic | In view of this week's Inspiration Point... | tcook | 7 | 16 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Desperate Love | tarashannon | 3 | 16 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Miss Carstairs Receives News From The Front | Kilb50 | 4 | 16 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | Inappropriate Happiness, a novel. | tom_saunders | 4 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Roundabouts and Roses | Silver Spun Sand | 17 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Auntie Edna's Pie | shirtstuff | 12 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Dr Crippen's Transcendental Sushi Bar | Kilb50 | 6 | 16 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Married Couple Now Waiting To Depart | Kilb50 | 5 | 16 years 11 months ago |
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Miss Carstairs Receives News From The Front
Her garden is scented with the colours of the Lord: the purples and ochres and flaming reds of salvation. At her feet a shiny beetle skittles through the cut grass,
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The Poet Laid Bare
Dr Wu and his assistants gather round the mortuary table. 'Choose your instruments carefully' says the doctor. 'This one looks tougher than old stewing steak.' He handles
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My Hands
Small for an adult man they remain unblemished, skin no longer taut, knuckles tiny knots of weathered cherrywood, the palm patterns, for so long ignored, now warily examined
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Poetry Box
1. I receive a call, long-distance, from a woman I've never met. I ask: Who are you ? She refuses to give her name. In a cellar, in a house, in a country far away, she says
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Run, Adam
Adam runs alongside the frozen canal, new year's day - his fiftieth year. It's good to do this he's been told, to run along the canal's artery the ground hard beneath his feet
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