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StoryNothing personal, you understand .. denni196 years 6 months ago
StoryYou need a ride, little girl? .. denni166 years 6 months ago
StoryTime erosion in Leigh-on-Sea alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
StoryFraxinus nigra alexwritings26 years 10 months ago
StoryThe strangeness of returning alexwritings16 years 10 months ago
StoryCorvo Island alexwritings16 years 10 months ago
StoryCastaway - 4. The 'Nor Buoy alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
StoryCastaway -- 3. A lucky escape alexwritings36 years 10 months ago
StoryCastaway - 1. The Velvet Roar alexwritings36 years 10 months ago
StoryAn homage to plastic cutlery (part 1) alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
Collectionlight through the cellar door alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
CollectionFragments (consider revising) alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
CollectionSpace for milk? alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
CollectionDisplay balance alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
CollectionCastaway alexwritings16 years 10 months ago
CollectionThe green man's alter ego alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
CollectionEdinburgh Buses alexwritings06 years 10 months ago
StoryTornado crush alexwritings06 years 11 months ago
Storythis is england mikilowe96 years 12 months ago
StoryYou need to move on, now .. denni1557 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe wanting maggyvaneijk197 years 1 month ago
StoryPerks of the Job .. denni147 years 2 months ago
StoryView from the Sixth Floor of an Edinburgh Library alexwritings37 years 2 months ago
StoryYoung Female Poets maggyvaneijk317 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen I'm Gone The Walrus147 years 4 months ago

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Memento

You can hear San Francisco from this garden - the din of its morning stretch is an unfurling Spring bud. The traffic lights over on Main Street...
Gold cherry
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The curious one-under

Part One The sick-sweet smell of alcopops and misspent youth hung along the length of Cowgate. Above, George IV Bridge rattled; buses, lit like...

Supervet

This cat is on wheels. A postage stamp of golden fur is missing from his flank harvested by glistening chatter-knives. This is new kind of scent-...
Cherry

last offices

We park by the craft shop: the coloured corners of picture frames hang down the wall like chevrons Supine, under the quilt of night the infirmery...
Cherry

The Notes of a Millennial Blogger: #2 The Italian Ruiner

I wake up to the sound of my Auntie Amandine thoroughly sanitising her nether regions. She's in the shower. I can tell she has the shower head set to...

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