Justin Tuijl
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Rupert | Justin Tuijl | 1 | 1 year 11 months ago |
| Story | Dry Golden | Justin Tuijl | 2 | 1 year 11 months ago |
| Story | The Train Rattled | Justin Tuijl | 4 | 1 year 11 months ago |
My stories
the drive back
we’re half way home an hour left to drive the car is old and the steering is vague a wheel bearing is noisy, the headlights are dim we have finished...
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- 452 reads
Though the kingfishers looked
Though the kingfishers looked So beautiful; specks of shocking blue Against the dead green and dark water. They chased each other like in love -- And...
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- 379 reads
Rupert
(Written 2015) Julia stood by the train door as it pulled into Beckton station. She had been watching the nearly empty platform all the time as it...
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- 403 reads
Dry Golden
(This is one of the few old poems of mine I still have, maybe 2008, not sure. All the others were lost) Far away I remember the fields, Dry golden,...
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- 605 reads
The Train Rattled
(This is the oldest poem I still have a copy of, maybe 2008, all previous poems are lost) The train rattled through the golden green countryside The...
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- 895 reads