JamesF
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | My First Apocalypse | JamesF | 2 | 3 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Emergency Caravan | JamesF | 0 | 5 years 7 months ago |
| Story | A Wood Pigeon Reminisces | JamesF | 5 | 5 years 7 months ago |
| Story | The Gorgeous Things on Which We Prey | JamesF | 0 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Easter Thoughts | skinner_jennifer | 16 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Storm | JamesF | 1 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Singing in Lockdown | JamesF | 2 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Looking At Us (Hope It All Goes Away) | David Kirtley | 4 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Igniting the Ignorant | JamesF | 3 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | All on Red | JamesF | 5 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Catching My Parents at It | JamesF | 0 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Prelude to a Storm | JamesF | 3 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Plan Bee | JamesF | 0 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Edge of a Glass | JamesF | 0 | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Story | A Handful of Sand | JamesF | 0 | 5 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Upon Visiting Rembrandthaus | JamesF | 3 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | We Need to Keep Our Eyes Open | JamesF | 1 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Taken Out of the Fight | JamesF | 2 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Trying to Remember What It Was Like | JamesF | 2 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | D-Day | JamesF | 0 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Summer's warm glow is dying | JamesF | 0 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Catch of Commerce | JamesF | 2 | 6 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Leaving Phnom Penh | JamesF | 0 | 6 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Watching mothers of knife crime victims on TV | JamesF | 1 | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Child comforting a mother | JamesF | 0 | 6 years 4 months ago |
My stories
My First Apocalypse
Watching the helicopters flying across my screen on this night, which feels like it will last forever, I am determined to go on until I see Willard’s...
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Emergency Caravan
Emergency Caravan The throb of the engine, the only sound heard, our caravan through the darkness, hundreds of miles of Arabian desert sands, some...
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A Wood Pigeon Reminisces
Into the complex midst of sparrows jabbering, the sharp violence of two robins jousting, comes the master of the garden, stomach bloated, dressed in...
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The Gorgeous Things on Which We Prey
I alight on your food, rub hands with glee expect you to swat me, my crass brown body, thin wings take me away rapidly, quick as an eyelash closes,...
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- 360 reads
Singing in Lockdown
I am locked down, but my brain is in hyperdrive, extended reems unfold beyond me, forgotten schemes rediscovered in the tight confines of my...
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Detailed but measured
Posted on Thu, 09 Apr 2020
I really like the measured opening two lines of the penultimate stanza: "The streets of Rome are empty./The tourists have all gone away." Sometimes simplicity says it best.
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