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StoryGiddy wonder of a near felt slumber alphadog1113 years 1 month ago
Storyillumine alphadog1113 years 1 month ago
Storyhim. alphadog1013 years 1 month ago
StoryHome-world episode 1. across the veil of silent shadows. alphadog1013 years 1 month ago
StoryE alphadog1013 years 1 month ago
StoryFig alphadog1013 years 1 month ago
Story-end of line- an answer to the BBc relating to the removal of Disability Living Allowance. alphadog1713 years 2 months ago
Story-end of line- on the death of the unknown soldier and Mohammed Saleem alphadog1113 years 2 months ago
Story-end of line- thoughts on an image of George Osbourne. alphadog1413 years 2 months ago
Story-end of line- alphadog1213 years 2 months ago
Storyshe moves in rain-dances. alphadog1313 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Moon is on the Rise (first position) alphadog1413 years 3 months ago
StoryIn her slow spirals I am now made whole. alphadog1013 years 3 months ago
Storyabuser alphadog1113 years 4 months ago
StoryTramp the earth down alphadog1613 years 4 months ago
Storyabuser alphadog1313 years 4 months ago
StoryForever alphadog1313 years 4 months ago
StoryWhat have the Tories done for us. (satire, perhaps) alphadog1513 years 4 months ago
Storyimages alphadog1313 years 4 months ago
StoryThe lake (Second position) alphadog1513 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Colour of Truth Highhat2713 years 4 months ago
StoryHis perfect kiss alphadog1513 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Lake alphadog1613 years 5 months ago
StoryFreedom begins from within alphadog1313 years 5 months ago
StoryThis room is filled with you alphadog1113 years 6 months ago

My stories

The 8th day part 1

“it is no measure of health, to be well adjusted in a profoundly sick society”: Jiddu Krishnamurti. ‘At the beginning of the 8th day… everything...
Cherry

On this wild October Evening

...As I return to the broken porch broken porch on this wild October evening, The old farmhouse, rest’s with its grey peeling wooden walls and its...

How my sanity must be kept

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How my sanity must be kept By AD Hunt The brightness from outside the window blinds my eyes with tears. From the whispers and whiskers of the rolling...

Nothing here is real

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Oh how he drove this: his Trojan horse before his cart. As the Gods trumpets, thumped the scrolling, rolling clouds Towards Golgotha’s weak and...

patchwork #2 Times past maudlin

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There was a time when strobed dancers with their fiddles Mud matressed and humming under the soft sign of the hag Would, with what was called, a wild...

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