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StoryI Cry, You Speak Richard L. Prov...28 years 4 months ago
StoryI don't Daniel Saint-John98 years 4 months ago
StoryStorm Silver Spun Sand188 years 4 months ago

My stories


1. Aberfedly Manse sat on the edge of a long thin headland thrust out into the blue-grey sea. A walker or hiker gazing up at the imposing edifice...

The Otter’s Prayer

Our Father Who art in River ‘Otter’ be thy name Thy rivers swum Thy will be done In Perth as it is in Devon. Give us this say our daily salmon And...


The train station - dank; gutters dripping, on Eden-scented moss. Our train rolls off its buttercup-yellow windows, lingering on the black-mushed,...


A car cuts the silence like a lone voice in a blue, square room. A suitcase clatters over Tarmac pulled with soft urgency, as the sun heads above the...

Poem I forgot I wrote

The poets will be out this morning Their ostentatious pens Crumbling malnourishing words Like breadsticks Let love charge up the hills Neonise the...