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StoryWhat You Can't See smokejack03 weeks 4 days ago
StoryWe Were Kids smokejack27 months 3 weeks ago
StoryIrene smokejack08 months 1 week ago
StoryRusty smokejack11 year 2 weeks ago
StoryForce Nine Gale smokejack41 year 2 months ago
StoryThe Boy in the Field smokejack01 year 3 months ago
StorySunday in this Church smokejack01 year 3 months ago
StoryLayby Night smokejack01 year 3 months ago
StoryNew Year smokejack11 year 10 months ago
StoryRomance Not smokejack31 year 11 months ago
StoryCafe on the Corner smokejack01 year 11 months ago
StoryOh Little England smokejack01 year 11 months ago
StoryThis Small Town smokejack11 year 11 months ago
StoryTrouble Ahead Blues (compilation) smokejack22 years 1 month ago
Story1970s Photograph smokejack22 years 1 month ago
StoryMisdisciples smokejack22 years 1 month ago
StoryNarrowboat Man smokejack22 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Mirror in front of you smokejack02 years 5 months ago
StoryOxford Ball in June smokejack02 years 5 months ago
StorySo Close to Christmas smokejack12 years 10 months ago
StoryOld and Grey smokejack22 years 11 months ago
StoryFriendship can be a Foe smokejack52 years 12 months ago
StoryCountryside (spoiled) smokejack33 years 1 week ago
StoryLittle England smokejack23 years 1 week ago
StoryA Trip of Trepidation smokejack13 years 2 months ago

My stories

What You Can't See

Bait (for old Berts last wish) I was fishing for a compliment the other day But not one bite came my way l looked in a shop window and saw my...
Cherry

We Were Kids

Running through the mist Swimming in the river Laughing at the cold Making us shiver Cycling downhill Wind in our face No sign of fear Not a trace...
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Irene

Irene There’s no light Bright Enough to see into your soul There’s no stopping yourself digging a hole You lose your voice When surrender is your...
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Cherry

Rusty

We were laughing about the state of the car That we called rusty The seats were so dusty And something stank We were trying to guess how far We’d get...
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Cherry

Force Nine Gale

A silver haired woman furiously sweeps away the dust on her porch, the sheets on the washing line wave like a sail, the dust blows back into her face...
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