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Storyfarewell, old black settee JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 7 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 7 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 10 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 11 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 12 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2514 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon114 years 1 month ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon214 years 2 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear914 years 2 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061314 years 2 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon214 years 2 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon314 years 2 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1114 years 2 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis414 years 2 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis714 years 2 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 4 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 6 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 9 months ago

My stories

the woodwork mirror

the woodwork mirror an ill-bred design, assembled from comprehensive impatience: awkward geometry, and timber bruises of a badly managed sanding machine. triple angled plinth,

a strand

a strand i need a coastline, need to be able to hullabaloo, from the green land, to where the lapping fold of the water comes, hurrying ashore like a wild eyed refugee. lingering,

overbite

overbite they sent you out on the bus, to fetch a fluorescent tube. they’d paid for it over the phone, so they didn’t have to trust you with petty cash. they didn’t know

lesson of the birds (part ii)

lesson of the birds (part ii) i watch two sparrows, sparring over the dog end of a pasty, grabbing with heads bent low. flapping over ground, the victor makes it to the safety,
Gold cherry

the wedding list

the wedding list you have a crate of vodka, you plan to hide in the bridal suite, ‘just for the family’. Dad’s been to France, and filled a Vauxhall estate

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