JamesF

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StoryThe Last Stop JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Adulterer JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StorySecret Meeting JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryMeasure for Measure JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryThis Thought JamesF17 years 5 months ago
StorySparrows JamesF17 years 5 months ago
StoryRebooting JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryUnison JamesF27 years 5 months ago
StoryThreesome JamesF17 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Lesson JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryReunion JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryTreadmill Memories JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Cycle JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryMating Time JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryRevolution Falling On Deaf Ears JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StorySonnet JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryThe steady shedding of the sky of its clouds JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryStation JamesF17 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Water-Level JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryLand-slide JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StorySestina For A Broken Lover JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryTo the Stained Glass Sky JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Surface JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryMoonlight JamesF07 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Core JamesF17 years 5 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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