Ed Crane
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Story | La belleza | Parson Thru | 11 | 4 years 3 weeks ago |
Story | Heaven-sent | Parson Thru | 9 | 4 years 3 weeks ago |
Story | Down among the weeds | Parson Thru | 2 | 4 years 1 month ago |
Story | Maintaining distance | Parson Thru | 7 | 4 years 1 month ago |
Story | Puddle of land | celticman | 19 | 4 years 2 months ago |
Story | Buses | Parson Thru | 31 | 4 years 2 months ago |
Story | Freedom in absentia | Parson Thru | 12 | 4 years 2 months ago |
Story | Not dark yet | Parson Thru | 28 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | A Hymn for Silent Bells | Ewan | 4 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Changing Hands Part 3 | Ed Crane | 0 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Ullswater (haiku) | Ed Crane | 8 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Changing Hands part 2 (revised title) | Ed Crane | 5 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Memory and sacred places | Parson Thru | 14 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Changing Hands (revised title) | Ed Crane | 7 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Imaginings at Tebay | Parson Thru | 9 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Reading room | Parson Thru | 16 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Chance | Parson Thru | 4 | 4 years 3 months ago |
Story | Catharsis | Parson Thru | 10 | 4 years 4 months ago |
Story | Home | Parson Thru | 13 | 4 years 5 months ago |
Story | Never trust a writer | Parson Thru | 24 | 4 years 6 months ago |
Story | On the Right Tracks | luigi_pagano | 12 | 4 years 6 months ago |
Story | In the dark | Parson Thru | 5 | 4 years 6 months ago |
Story | Belgium | Fran Thompson | 2 | 4 years 6 months ago |
Story | River's up | Parson Thru | 10 | 4 years 7 months ago |
Story | Hyperreality | Parson Thru | 6 | 4 years 7 months ago |
My favourite time of the year is here Rhiannon
Posted on Wed, 27 Apr 2016
You have captured the essence of the things I love about springtime.
Ed
Read full commentPosted in Pembrokeshire in April
Sadly so true, Bee
Posted on Thu, 14 Apr 2016
Interesting you describe the brutal techniques of the fifties and early sixties. I remember the disgusting post-war state crap and the garbage that was shovelled onto the plates that passed for school dinners. (I went home during primary school...
Read full commentPosted in Fear of Drowning - (re post for - poetry monthly)
Spectacularly honest, Bee
Posted on Fri, 01 Apr 2016
and spectacularly brave.
A heart breaking insight into how it feels to be a woman.
I envy your courage. xxxx
Ed
Damn good poem too!
Read full commentPosted in Phantommams
Well put, clever piece, Bee
Posted on Thu, 17 Mar 2016
Like an addictive drug, no matter how much time we have, it's never enough.
Read full commentPosted in The Time Saver
Perfect description of drifting off.
Posted on Sat, 05 Mar 2016
This what I aim for when I try to get to sleep. I think you paint a very relaxing image, I loved the clouds opening to let the sun through.
Read full commentPosted in Distancing
Interesting that you should be having day surgery
Posted on Tue, 01 Mar 2016
when only two weeks ago I had the gismo (port catheter) in my shoulder fished out. Also I was warned of the smell of burning flesh. I didn't drift off though. I admit I felt no pain and I chatted away to the nice lady surgeon and her assistant....
Read full commentPosted in Flanked
Hello Celtic
Posted on Sat, 27 Feb 2016
I guess things turn up in life when we're least expecting them, snap decisions or the lack of them can lead us to long term regret. I felt for Charlie, he'll probably never get over it and although nobody else would blame him, he'll never stop...
Read full commentPosted in old stock
The stuccato way this reads is like gusting freezing wind.
Posted on Thu, 25 Feb 2016
You have captured the atmosphere very well.
Ed x
Read full commentPosted in Frozen Ground
Sometimes it's hard to accept a man's love is not....
Posted on Thu, 18 Feb 2016
just about his woman's body, especially these days, but I am sure most intelligent and simple men love their mate for the pleasure her character gives him more than the pleasure he gets from her body.
If that was not the case I do...
Read full commentPosted in Taking is Giving
I've seen this myself, but in Mumbai rather than Dubai
Posted on Sat, 06 Feb 2016
Bangladeshies are treated badly and seriously ripped off in Mumbai, seem they are no better off in Dubai.
Your first stanza really struck a chord with me . . . an every day scene in many Indian cities.
Poingent and well constructed...
Read full commentPosted in A Borderline Case (Poetry Monthly)
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