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Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon612 years 7 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon312 years 8 months ago
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StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2512 years 10 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon312 years 10 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon112 years 11 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon312 years 11 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon212 years 11 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear912 years 11 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061412 years 11 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon212 years 11 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon312 years 11 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1112 years 11 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis412 years 11 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis712 years 11 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon213 years 2 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon313 years 3 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon413 years 6 months ago

My stories

How 1945 Cannery Row Beats 2012 Sheffield

How 1945 Cannery Row Beats 2012 Sheffield

the wrong hands for the R.A.F.

the wrong hands for the R.A.F. during the festive crush of the rowdy season, i got to talking with a newborn pilot, who fresh from heavy correspondence, talked of jets, of choppers,
Cherry

hundreds and thousands scattered like ashes

hundreds and thousands scattered like ashes the recipes remain, ingrained like folded away papery scars, or the memory of a wartime lover, felt over the lips like a ghost wind,

farewell, old black settee

farewell, old black settee your leather had become tired, brought to ribbon corners by determined claws. we pushed you over, and turned away from your dusty belly.

the principal of one lost shoe

the principal of one lost shoe i have lost a good many things in my time: a key, money, good friends, a brown leather jacket, more money, poems on scraps of paper like this one,

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