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StoryThe Visitor well-wisher107 years 3 months ago
Forum topicVal (Bradene) McKinley Lille Dante27 years 3 months ago
StoryShoot! Parson Thru127 years 6 months ago
StorySomething Hard Inside Him (Part 1) Kilb5087 years 6 months ago
StoryDear Lyd socialeaf167 years 6 months ago
StorySomething Hard Inside Him (Part 2) Kilb50157 years 6 months ago
StoryA Week in Coverack gletherby157 years 7 months ago
StoryAlternative Prayer of Remembrance, Easter 2018 Kilb50187 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Answer, My Friend... Ewan37 years 7 months ago
StoryBach's Pralidium Number 1 Played by the Jacques Loussier Trio Alan Russell37 years 7 months ago
StoryTarmac Adam Kilb5027 years 8 months ago
StoryWhile I Was Waiting skinner_jennifer107 years 8 months ago
StoryOld Dog-Fox In Bleak Midwinter Kilb50107 years 8 months ago
StoryMiss Carstairs In The Tepidarium Kilb5027 years 9 months ago
StoryRaising the Dead fatboy74217 years 9 months ago
StoryHow To Kill A Child Kilb5087 years 10 months ago
StoryHow To Kill A Child Kilb50127 years 10 months ago
StoryLonesome Cowboy Kilb5027 years 10 months ago
StoryGloaming fatboy74168 years 3 months ago
StoryCondoms for Cornwall - a short monologue MJG208 years 4 months ago
StoryIngrid Philip Sidney128 years 5 months ago
StoryBeautiful Fish Kilb5068 years 6 months ago
StoryA Tea Box, A Medal, A Bullet and A Bone Kilb5038 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Wall Kilb50118 years 6 months ago
StoryMalala ItsSteveDave88 years 6 months ago

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My stories

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The Wheel in the Cave

Spring was out there somewhere/but refused to show her face
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Gunslinger in a Tutu

He rode into town on a steel dust mare and the James gang, killing time outside the dried goods store, eased up the rims of their ten-gallon hats.
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Poem of the week

Flight Path

We took flight together - left the others stranded.
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Border Crossing

These night-time walks/have a certain aura, a certain smell/invite certain metaphors
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Variations on a Poem Read at My Mother's Funeral

I missed my boat. I arrived too late. I sat on the quayside with an overnight bag.

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