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StoryThe Last Stop JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Adulterer JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StorySecret Meeting JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryMeasure for Measure JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryThis Thought JamesF110 years 10 months ago
StorySparrows JamesF110 years 10 months ago
StoryRebooting JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryUnison JamesF210 years 10 months ago
StoryThreesome JamesF110 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Lesson JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryReunion JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryTreadmill Memories JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Cycle JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryMating Time JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryRevolution Falling On Deaf Ears JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StorySonnet JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe steady shedding of the sky of its clouds JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryStation JamesF110 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Water-Level JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryLand-slide JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StorySestina For A Broken Lover JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryTo the Stained Glass Sky JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Surface JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryMoonlight JamesF010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Core JamesF110 years 10 months ago

My stories

The Catch of Commerce

The leafy cabinets of English scenes slot together like forgotten dreams. Slender conifers sway on distant hillsides, curlews soar, calls rising ever...
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Watching mothers of knife crime victims on TV

A broken bone in my back jogs downwards occasionally, as I watch mothers of knife crime victims on TV, wishing I could say our pain is the same, as...
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Cherry

Child comforting a mother

A lump in my mum’s throat as she tells me of the lump in my aunt’s breast, the years between pass across troubled eyes, her mouth struggling to...
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Losing You

As the sun sinks slowly through an ever-changing sky, your eyes in the light darkened, opened to reality’s bite, cruelty of night blights the soul...

Empty Highway Home

The road is clear, but for the weather lashing down liquid intermittently, wipers doing overtime at midnight, after a John Mayall gig in Stoke,...

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