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StoryMove, you .. denni1207 years 1 month ago
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StoryBlessing DavePoems37 years 4 months ago
Storya long time since i have seen an unspooled tape on the floor JupiterMoon27 years 4 months ago
Forum topicYork ABCtales evening? tcook287 years 4 months ago
StoryNo road returns Florian167 years 4 months ago
StoryOxford, harrietmacmillan37 years 5 months ago
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StoryTHE EXTREMELY ABRIDGED HISTORY, PRESENT & FUTURE OF PAUL ASKEW, IN FIVE DREAM SCENES. AKT177 years 6 months ago
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My stories

Hannah

This poem has been removed following its entry into a competition.

Nether Hambleton

only its name preserving its shape in a ashen cobweb of sound, wistful and delicious as if heard whispered on a marsh wind.

To Suburbia

Garden toys, algaed; ponds putrid with dank leaves; door slams echoing for want of company, and a world home to the busiest, sullenest most double- yoked nothingness I have ever known.
Gold cherry

Edinburgh Buses

And as evening weighs its tender jaw on lambent streets, now bristling with twilight enterprise my gaze again meets the bus’s...
Cherry

For Sale

bolder and deeper with the seasonless months...

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