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StoryParisian Haikus thewestlondonle...213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIllumination thewestlondonle...413 years 6 months ago
StoryLooking Through Windows thewestlondonle...013 years 6 months ago
StoryBeyoetiful maggyvaneijk2214 years 1 month ago
StoryLilac Wine Silver Spun Sand2114 years 1 month ago
StoryReading Virginia Woolf thewestlondonle...414 years 2 months ago
StoryMarks on the Horizon thewestlondonle...314 years 2 months ago
StoryFalse Springs thewestlondonle...214 years 2 months ago
StorySome Kind of Philosophy thewestlondonle...414 years 3 months ago
Storywhat happened, when? thewestlondonle...514 years 3 months ago
StoryVanished Rooms thewestlondonle...414 years 4 months ago
StoryPont au Double, June Morning thewestlondonle...414 years 4 months ago

My stories

A Few Haikus

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Sat, 14 Apr 2012

1 Words life narration Seep through the gaps of cultures Causing confusion 2 An ant focusing On the toil of the day on Impassive mountains 3 Walking in the park
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Fresh Air

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Sat, 14 Apr 2012

i Quiet in my barroom corner the occasion got to me and words exited their cave desperate for a deep well; the situation was severe but they lacked severity and
Spiritual
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Marching Dilemmas

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Fri, 06 Apr 2012

I close my eyes and see blue patches forming and wonder where they’re taking me. (This starts me off) Lying naked in bed and music, harmonicas and violins
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False Springs

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Sun, 01 Apr 2012

The weather brightened up for a while and we thought our day had come, but give it a day or two the overarching grimness will return, it must. It has, and us wearing
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Stump Sitters

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Tue, 27 Mar 2012

We always end up in the wrong place - the last always being the worst - sharing our bed with dying wasps, and a half-way house for the homeless to sit outside and smoke.
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