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StoryForbidden JamesF07 years 2 months ago
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StoryBahraini Unity JamesF07 years 4 months ago
StoryAt the Station JamesF07 years 4 months ago
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StoryA Mother's Advice JamesF07 years 4 months ago
Story'I have travelled...' JamesF17 years 4 months ago
Forum topicGlaciation and other poems JamesF07 years 4 months ago
StoryWork Horses JamesF07 years 5 months ago
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StoryWestern Monday JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryMy Generation III: The Resurrection JamesF17 years 5 months ago
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StoryThe Man Who Built His Life on Sand JamesF17 years 5 months ago
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StoryThe Abuse of Riches JamesF07 years 5 months ago

My stories

Trying to Remember What It Was Like

I sit quietly in a half-trance, trying to remember you separate the pages of The Daily Telegraph with a breath, scrutinising every column as though...
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Taken Out of the Fight

Four sit on a bench by Hartlepool War Memorial, trying to look busy and failing. The sheer embarrassment at their unemployment and inactivity pasted...
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Summer's warm glow is dying

Summer’s warm glow is dying, chill autumn grey reclining low up there, in the polluted vapour, as gloom of winter descends again. Traffic drags...
Cherry

D-Day

The deafening sound of planes overhead, last moment to shake hands before facing fears we never imaging could possibly happen, on these beaches,...
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Cherry

Leaving Phnom Penh

Barrelling toward the airport in an old tuk-tuk, early morning, city inhabitants quietened after New Year. I sense relief, breathe in possibility...

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