Corin

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Forum topicCall for Submissions for Gold Dust Magazine Annual Calendar Corin010 years 6 months ago
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StoryIt's Good News Boys! Corin010 years 9 months ago
StoryBlackouts Corin410 years 9 months ago
StoryAubade - For B Corin210 years 9 months ago
StoryAll Hallows Eve Corin210 years 9 months ago
StoryA Cruel, Callous, Chaotic World Corin610 years 9 months ago
Forum topicGold Dust Anthology Book Launch Corin010 years 9 months ago
Forum topic Call for submissions Corin110 years 9 months ago
CollectionRants Corin010 years 9 months ago
CollectionBlack Poems Corin010 years 9 months ago
CollectionFor B Corin010 years 9 months ago
CollectionElegies Corin010 years 9 months ago
CollectionEnd Game Corin010 years 9 months ago
CollectionPortentous Poems Corin010 years 9 months ago
StorySubterranean Death-Wish Blues Corin010 years 11 months ago
Forum topicCall for Submissions to Gold Dust Magazine's new Anthology for Children Corin010 years 11 months ago
StoryMiddling May Corin110 years 11 months ago
StoryBill and Bert Go Fishing. shades311 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Sixties Corin311 years 7 months ago
StoryOn Earth As It Is In Heaven Silver Spun Sand911 years 7 months ago
StoryReasons Silver Spun Sand3411 years 7 months ago
StoryHanging out with our Feathered Friends skinner_jennifer1511 years 7 months ago
StoryGenesis (My oldest poem written in 1967) Corin1011 years 7 months ago
StoryWeeping For London Corin411 years 7 months ago

My stories

The Sixties

Was it the smell of joss sticks, like madeleine cakes, or just the music that transported me way back in time.

Blackouts

Will you still love me Will you still need me When I'm Sixty Four?
Cherry

Genesis (My oldest poem written in 1967)

I am rather proud of this piece, written when I was 17 and pre-dating current concerns about Global Warming by 30 years or so. It was inspired by reading the Flood story in Ovid's 'Metamorphoses'.

Weeping For London

Another prophetic portentous piece

Middling May

An Epiphany moment whilst walking home from the pub one lovely evening in Newcastle where we get wonderful long Summer evenings.

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