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StoryAfter Henry Oswald115 years 1 month ago
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StoryTrain 406 Granville - Paris, 1968 David Maidment115 years 2 months ago
StoryDealing in Dreams SimonF315 years 2 months ago
StoryEncounter with a Street Child - September 1989 David Maidment115 years 2 months ago
StoryHow Red Is Read. well-wisher415 years 2 months ago
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StoryRecital Luly Whisper515 years 2 months ago
StoryA Toast to Strong Women L G Meadows215 years 2 months ago
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StoryThe Lighthouse Keeper shades615 years 2 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper615 years 2 months ago
StoryIn Reverie... Silver Spun Sand1615 years 2 months ago
StoryWORCESTER CATHEDRAL kheldar415 years 2 months ago
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StoryAlmost Made My Day Richard L. Prov...215 years 2 months ago
StoryWATCH FOR THE SNOW MOON Annette Bromley215 years 2 months ago
StoryTHE NIGHT VISITOR Annette Bromley415 years 2 months ago
StoryGirl with the Gypsy Earring Silver Spun Sand2315 years 3 months ago

My stories

Poem of the week

Union Cottages Revisited

Bedlam Lane and the gasworks, and a freight line running through. Red terraced houses, two-up, two-down, with the sound and the distant view

The Snow-Dome

The day was cold and miserable and I wanted cheering up, so I got out s bottle of mulled wine. I poured myself a big glassful and replaced the stopper.

Winter Scene

Fawn feathered reeds in clumps that stand Upright in steel-grey frozen pond And empty footprints in the snow. A boy, a tawny trotting hound. Cawing of rooks, excited bark -

Conversation

I saw a garden in the sky Above an old canal: a high Black bridge which saplings stood along And where grew weeds abundantly; Nature reserve of hawthorn trees And birch, an aerial nursery.

Sentimental Journey

Because I could not sleep, I went Down to the guest-house sitting-room, And while the host was sleeping, I Peered through the window at the gloom, At silent road and moonlit trees

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