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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Chutes of Spring | Di_Hard | 12 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Never trust a writer | Parson Thru | 24 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Second thoughts | Parson Thru | 8 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Petit caporal | Parson Thru | 4 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Diversion | Parson Thru | 14 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Final reckoning | Parson Thru | 4 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Graveyards | onemorething | 14 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Visitors | Parson Thru | 4 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Norwegian Wood | Terrence Oblong | 14 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Perfect now | Parson Thru | 0 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Rhyme & Reason | luigi_pagano | 7 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | A Masterpiece | luigi_pagano | 4 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | A river slipping by | Parson Thru | 4 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Where Would I Go? | rosaliekempthorne | 1 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | golden (part two) | facetoface | 2 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Regression | Parson Thru | 0 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | By Lendal Bridge | Parson Thru | 11 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Powerhousing | Ewan | 15 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Timber fences; empty freedom. | london_calling79 | 9 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Where time making sense is time wasted | Parson Thru | 0 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | In the dark | Parson Thru | 5 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Communion | Parson Thru | 6 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Echo of '68 | Parson Thru | 5 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Homily | Parson Thru | 2 | 5 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Cruel | Wes | 24 | 5 years 11 months ago |




Wow! This is terrific Jane.
Posted on Tue, 14 Oct 2014
Wow! This is terrific Jane.
What words were intended for. Each short statement is a poem in itself. Leaves a footprint in the sand.
Read full commentPosted in Chinese Girlfriend
Thanks for the trip through
Posted on Sun, 01 Mar 2015
Thanks for the trip through the portal, forest. Sprung a few memories of my own. I have a tendency to hoard, which might be about to become a problem.
Read full commentPosted in Attic Portal
One foot in the swamp! Couldn
Posted on Sun, 08 Mar 2015
One foot in the swamp! Couldn’t agree more.
Read full commentPosted in Primordial Swamp
Brilliantly-captured glimpse.
Posted on Sat, 07 Mar 2015
I used to fish that river when I was a lad. Brilliantly-captured glimpse. I love those, too. Calls to mind poets whose names I can't remember and their homage to such scenes. A fine successor.
Read full commentPosted in The A1 Crosses the River Swale
Reads like it's written from
Posted on Sat, 07 Mar 2015
Reads like it's written from the heart, Reborn Legacy. Good to read your work. Looking forward to more.
Read full commentPosted in A Widow's Complaint
Fascinating. The play must be
Posted on Tue, 03 Mar 2015
Fascinating. The play must be quite something. A great eye for the conduct of elites.
Read full commentPosted in ALL STEPS NECESSARY (excerpt
I seem to have drifted into a
Posted on Sun, 08 Feb 2015
I seem to have drifted into a kind of cherry colour, inadvertently.
Read full commentThe painting is here: http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/sassoferrato-the-...
Posted in The Colour of Nothing
One of those that leads you
Posted on Mon, 12 Jan 2015
One of those that leads you back to the beginning, slows you down and teaches you how to read again. Magnificent.
Read full commentPosted in Graffiti on the Wheelie-Bin
Hi Philip. I'm catching up. I
Posted on Sun, 04 Jan 2015
Hi Philip. I'm catching up. I like this (keep up, Corporal Jones). Planners like to have their set-pieces, but the oldest cities show exactly this, as do those that follow the laissez-faire organic approach to economic life. London being a prime...
Read full commentPosted in The City Lives
I like the repetition and the
Posted on Wed, 07 Jan 2015
I like the repetition and the flipping around of words. It feels like an eel twisting and coiling to free itself of its captor. I used to draw all the time when I was small. My writing is completely unstructured and that probably limits me, but I...
Read full commentPosted in The Discovered Unartist
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