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StoryNot in front of the children - smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryNo Shit Sherlock - The new report of 'elitism in private schools' smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryEngland's High Street smokejack12 years 4 months ago
StoryLarge's Last Joke - CH1 Brief intro smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryA little drop of poison smokejack12 years 4 months ago
StoryFinite's Lost Arrow smokejack12 years 4 months ago
StoryLove with all its wrinkles smokejack12 years 4 months ago
StoryApathy Hill - Brief intro smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryPillow Talk smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryInternational Relations - Cross border love smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryA Blues Poem -To sing/mumble when drunk...... smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryIf you buy me garage flowers (when the girl knows its over) smokejack12 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Empty Phial smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryWar Again smokejack02 years 4 months ago
StoryWeek so Weak (blues) smokejack12 years 4 months ago
StoryInch (from my collection of #songs for sinners) smokejack02 years 5 months ago
StoryMinding My Own smokejack22 years 5 months ago
StoryAt the Airport in the rain smokejack02 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Brothel Keepers smokejack82 years 5 months ago
StoryCarnal Comedy Blues smokejack02 years 5 months ago
StoryGhost Ship smokejack22 years 5 months ago
StoryShake that Heart smokejack22 years 5 months ago
StoryCloudy Day smokejack12 years 5 months ago
StoryNew Year Old Moon smokejack12 years 6 months ago
StoryLove is Blind (a song I've yet to compose) smokejack03 years 5 days ago

My stories

Alf

There’s a tiny spider Crawling across this verse I think its critiquing my work I have named the spider Alf He appears to dislike words Bigger than...

Ageing Bull

I’m old and past my peak With bones brittle and weak My nose has grown a beak My limbs seem to squeak I mumble when I speak There’s no solace I can...
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Cherry

Excerpt from Sunset (a short story)

I was 14 years old, content with the notion of having no ambition. Life was a flow of empty thoughts that I dragged along behind me. School was a...
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Big John Donovan

Big John Donovan six foot three Had a chest the size of a tree His voice was deep filled with a croak From all the years when he used to smoke Big...
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Too Deep to Drown

Some thinkers Think too much To the point Of being out of touch Some thinkers Are well read Reading tomes at night in bed Some thinkers Stroke their...
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