Ed Crane
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Memory and sacred places | Parson Thru | 14 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Changing Hands (revised title) | Ed Crane | 7 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Imaginings at Tebay | Parson Thru | 9 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Reading room | Parson Thru | 16 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Chance | Parson Thru | 4 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Catharsis | Parson Thru | 10 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Home | Parson Thru | 13 | 6 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Never trust a writer | Parson Thru | 24 | 6 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | On the Right Tracks | luigi_pagano | 12 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | In the dark | Parson Thru | 5 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Belgium | Fran Thompson | 2 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | River's up | Parson Thru | 10 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Hyperreality | Parson Thru | 6 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | This October Brings Endings | Ed Crane | 18 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Fifty Shades of Shade | Ed Crane | 5 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | An Autumn Ramble | Ed Crane | 4 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Obverse | Ewan | 5 | 6 years 3 months ago |
| Story | A Pied Piper of Our Time | luigi_pagano | 6 | 6 years 3 months ago |
| Forum topic | Loss of comments. | luigi_pagano | 20 | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Back to Earth | Ed Crane | 6 | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Story | ‘I am the living bread that came down from heaven.’ | Rhiannonw | 6 | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Hot Air on the Air | luigi_pagano | 10 | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Caballero! More from the Drama Queen. | Parson Thru | 6 | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Return To Sender | forest_for_ever | 4 | 6 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Plaza | Parson Thru | 11 | 6 years 5 months ago |
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Waiting for the Flyers - Part 10 Memories
The meeting with David ended with an agreement for him to come to my home as soon as I could leave Sophie’s care to read through the diary I’d kept...
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Bluebell Woods
Haiku for spring (sorry unable to paste Japanese text)
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Waiting For the Flyers Part 9 A Northern View
‘Your experiences of the world outside ours could be a great help. The big cities, Manchester for example. I know everything about them, but only...
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Waiting for the Flyers. Part 8 (David's opposite polarity)
Shifting position in the chair, David pulled his battered phone from his pocket. While staring at the illuminated screen he dabbed his eyes and, like...
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Waiting For the Flyers Pt7 (David Walsham - 2)
Our laughter turned to reflection. What a strange world we’d been born into. Both of us remnants of a time never to return. One trapped in a place...
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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)
Hi Deb
Posted on Mon, 07 Sep 2015
The more I hear about the NHS, the more I am convinced it needs to be broken up and the whole health system in the UK re-structured. Unfortunately I am also convinced whatever they did the UK government would find a way to **** it up.
It...
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Hi Bee
Posted on Tue, 11 Aug 2015
Many 'relaxation pundits' say the mind is as big as the universe if you use your imagination. Certainly I can see an example of this in this poem, you have been travelling without limits.
Excellent stuff.
Ed x
Read full commentPosted in Back to Beach
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