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StoryGratitude alexwritings12 years 4 months ago
StoryWreck alexwritings12 years 4 months ago
StoryBlue seashore402 years 8 months ago
StoryRobert Fergusson alexwritings84 years 5 months ago
CollectionOff-Peak Return alexwritings04 years 11 months ago
StoryMitch (Chapter Two) alexwritings24 years 11 months ago
StoryThe ticket (Chapter One) alexwritings124 years 11 months ago
StoryGoodbye rosaliekempthorne65 years 2 months ago
StoryThe late 80s alexwritings35 years 2 months ago
StorySven Goes to War. Part 1. Warriors of the Wasteland drew_gummerson245 years 2 months ago
StoryRetirement options for tube trains, #9 Staffordshire alexwritings05 years 4 months ago
StoryO tempora! alexwritings05 years 5 months ago
StoryRetirement options for tube trains, #7, Foulness Island alexwritings45 years 5 months ago
StoryGoodbye, room alexwritings25 years 5 months ago
StoryThe agony and the ecstacy Truth42265 years 9 months ago
Collection2020 alexwritings05 years 10 months ago
StoryStone onemorething175 years 11 months ago
Storyremoved for submission alexwritings26 years 6 months ago
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Storyremoved for submission alexwritings36 years 6 months ago
Storyremoved for publication alexwritings106 years 6 months ago
StoryFresher Digs alexwritings56 years 6 months ago
Storyremoved for publication alexwritings06 years 6 months ago
StoryRetirement Options for Tube Trains: #3 Cadnam, New Forest alexwritings27 years 7 months ago
Storypicking bluebells with little scarlett alexwritings07 years 11 months ago

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Gratitude

When my son was born under a cornucopia of strip lights and blades I wanted to bear hug the ECG monitor to glide into the mains to race through the...
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Gold cherry

Robert Fergusson

b. 1750 — d. 1774 The gold solder of a two-day opium come down leaks through the lattice of your thoughts as you lay buckled in the dung-leavened...
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Cherry

Wreck

Scummy water tongues the smashed-out portholes as the anchor locker glugs in the evening tide. The radar is motionless, rust-riven after years of...
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Cherry

The late 80s

magnetic notes exhaling
Cherry

Mitch (Chapter Two)

He relished her like this, supping out every last drop of her collapsing spirit like a spider with a fly.

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This is a lovely poem. Great

Posted on Sun, 10 May 2020

This is a lovely poem. Great concept behind it and wonderfully executed ! Alex x

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