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My stories

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Secrets Of Wistman Woods

This is a poem about a small wooded area on Dartmoor, that is both ancient and otherworldly, like a secret to be told. Troubled cobwebs blown away in...
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Stone Loach

By day this cold flesh wrapped in shades of assorted pebbles, suddenly stirs...slips out of sight; craving no gathered companions, preferring...
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River Of Awareness

Out here where unharmed emotions spill, peace fills the mind lingering midst days of richness gathered, like soothing reveals golden sunset devouring...
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Beneath An Autumn Moon The Poem

This is a poem about Ciciley in old age, when having no idea exactly how old she is, but aware of how close the time is coming when she joins her...

Beneath An Autumn Moon - The Story

This is a very long fictional, preliminary, prologue to my poem. Though Witch hunts did go on in 1581 at Trier Germany, this family holds no...

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2868 of my comments have received 2948 Great Feedback votes

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Hi Jess,

Posted on Sat, 24 May 2025

Hi Jess,

a developing chain of haunting events that lead to strange happenings.

This is my kind of story and the ending was brilliant.

Congrats on the well deserved gold cherries.

Jenny.

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Posted in The Museum

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Your memory brought back my

Posted on Fri, 23 May 2025

Your memory brought back my own. We were living in a condemned cottage that was to be pulled down in about 62 or 63, but my dad managed to get a better paid job, with enough money for a morgage, otherwise we'd have been moved in to a flat too....

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Posted in 10 Life Lessons. Number 8.

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An astute poem, that's very

Posted on Fri, 23 May 2025

An astute poem, that's very relevant at the moment, if we don't want a water shortage this summer. Perhaps we should all do a rain dance in our gardens.

Jenny.

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Posted in Dry Season

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You brought back my own

Posted on Wed, 21 May 2025

You brought back my own recollections with your recalling the hall. We did country dancing too, though I hated P. E. as we called it back in the 1960s, and could never climb the ropes. I do remember assembly and Mr Jones our music teacher playing...

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Posted in 10 Life Lessons. Number 6.

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I thought this was such a

Posted on Tue, 20 May 2025

I thought this was such a tragic state of affairs in a frightening, despairing life. I was once on the streets just for one night back in the 1980s, it was the coldest,  longest night I've ever experienced, because It's hard to know who to trust...

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Posted in She Sleeps

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Being in my early 70s now, I

Posted on Mon, 19 May 2025

Being in my early 70s now, I can relate to this poem, although a female,  I was certainly a wild child and a big drinker through my 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s. But now I no longer touch the lager, beer or wine and don't miss it.

Your poem...

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Posted in Standing , Still

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This is such a wonderful

Posted on Mon, 19 May 2025

This is such a wonderful acknowlegement to your mum. She looks about the same age as my mum in 1965, and I can understand how you feel, as woman now in her early 70s, I so miss my mum even though she died so long ago. 

I agree about...

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Posted in Counting Sleep

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Oh dear! It sounds like there

Posted on Sat, 17 May 2025

Oh dear! It sounds like there's trouble ahead. I wonder what the Sergeant wants! Will look forward to finding out with anticipation.

Jenny.

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Posted in Grave (Episode 10 - The Further Chronicles of a Young Lady (and her Maid))

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I really loved this poem.

Posted on Fri, 16 May 2025

I really loved this poem. What a great idea to keep hold of the suitcases, turning them into cherished cases for toys.

The photo shows you have an artistic eye too.

Very much enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

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Posted in Without Wheels

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It's already been said Jane.

Posted on Fri, 16 May 2025

It's already been said Jane. You've come up with another great imaginative story.

Jenny.

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