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StoryRush (read this poem as fast as you can) smokejack34 years 9 months ago
StoryIrish Lament smokejack14 years 9 months ago
StoryRiddle of Ruin smokejack44 years 11 months ago
StoryI No Longer Know Me smokejack54 years 11 months ago
StoryPhotograph smokejack15 years 1 month ago
StorySerenity Sound smokejack25 years 1 month ago
StoryWaiting to Fall smokejack15 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Rosemary Soul smokejack05 years 2 months ago
StoryMacey Levens smokejack05 years 3 months ago
StoryNight Shine smokejack25 years 4 months ago
StoryWe Were Kids smokejack26 years 3 weeks ago
StoryRusty smokejack16 years 5 months ago
StoryForce Nine Gale smokejack46 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Boy in the Field smokejack06 years 8 months ago
StorySunday in this Church smokejack06 years 8 months ago
StoryLayby Night smokejack06 years 8 months ago
StoryNew Year smokejack17 years 3 months ago
StoryRomance Not smokejack37 years 4 months ago
StoryCafe on the Corner smokejack07 years 4 months ago
StoryOh Little England smokejack07 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Small Town smokejack17 years 4 months ago
StoryTrouble Ahead Blues (compilation) smokejack27 years 6 months ago
Story1970s Photograph smokejack27 years 6 months ago
StoryMisdisciples smokejack27 years 6 months ago
StoryNarrowboat Man smokejack27 years 10 months ago

My stories

Don't worry it's only a war

There’s a sinister dark cloud above us Shaped like a giant atom bomb The drums of war beat loud and fast The generals, politicians and arms dealers...

Little England

Scrapped cars A Town full of scars Drunks fighting in bars Nobody is looking up at the stars Homeless folk Trying not to choke Everything is broke...

Dust

When the light Is dark There are no thoughts Life is a vacuum Blank is the wall White noise Tells us nothing When the dark is light Confuion Descends...

Love Shorts 1-4

Part 1. They met at 1pm Outside the Blue Sun café It was overcast And the café wasn’t blue They ordered two skinny latte’s To take away There was...

The Tale of Joe Badtoe (Chapter.1)

I was a scruffy 12 year old boy from a relatively poor family living in a world of my own and happily oblivious to my surroundings, particularly when...
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