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| Story | Dear Philip, September-October, 2010 | jeand | 14 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Twins | jeand | 8 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Please, leave the light on. ( The reply) | jolono | 22 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | 'Come Away With Me' | Silver Spun Sand | 7 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Belle of the Fall | smokejack | 3 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Memory Stick | harveyjoseph | 1 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Pasta Fascist | doobarz | 3 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Mass of Men | Ewan | 2 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Never forget smoking | poetjude | 7 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Porches | Vladislas32 | 2 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Home | Bee | 17 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Seven Days Frozen | Ed Crane | 9 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | My Friend Dad | Bee | 15 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Butterfly | FallenAngel | 1 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | tinsel noose | alice sunderland | 3 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Beginners, Please... | Silver Spun Sand | 8 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Scented Dreams | Ama_G | 2 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Templetown Matador | alice sunderland | 9 | 10 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Looking out to look inward (IP) | Rhiannonw | 12 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | My Family and Other Animals | Silver Spun Sand | 10 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | When Frankie Knuckles Plays. | jolono | 27 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Like There's No Tomorrow (poetry monthly) | Bee | 13 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Mid-winter wander | Rhiannonw | 8 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Who Killed the Queen of Spades? | jeand | 7 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Green moon haiku set | seannelson | 1 | 10 years 5 months ago |
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This seems virtually the same
Posted on Thu, 26 Mar 2015
This seems virtually the same as the story form which I was able to read by going through the comments button. The ending is sharp - made me feel as sad as the fact that she had to know so much about the tastes of her regular users. I really felt...
Read full commentPosted in Kiss my Ass Sofia: re-posted as a poem
'She didn't love me as much'
Posted on Thu, 26 Mar 2015
'She didn't love me as much' means she did love you. It wasn't good enough though, and not your fault. Maybe not anyone's fault. Your writing shows great understanding and insight that I believe might help others. Admired.
Read full commentPosted in Mama
Honest and heartbreaking
Posted on Thu, 26 Mar 2015
Honest and heartbreaking words, Richard. Mums forgive because they know without tears that they are loved. And they always worry - even when the time for real concern has passed - (this, from experience). From her photo, she looks lovely. Tears...
Read full commentPosted in Mum, I promise I won't let guilt consume me
As seen throught the eys of a
Posted on Tue, 24 Mar 2015
As seen throught the eys of a predator - dark, Tina. Sad, because I love little red shoes. Like Jean - I loved the colored leaves.
Read full commentPosted in Little Red Shiny Shoes
Seeing through the eyes of an
Posted on Tue, 24 Mar 2015
Seeing through the eyes of an animal. Sad we don't always understand. If you read through again, you will spot some extra words where you probably changed things then forgot to take out the old. Liked this little clip.
Read full commentPosted in a hell of a ride
I like the perhaps in this,
Posted on Mon, 23 Mar 2015
I like the perhaps in this, the trouble between faith and doubt and the symbolic use of waters, eg. waters of despair, and the storms depicting emotion. Being carried by the tides to a new life on a spark of faith. It's got an almost helpless...
Read full commentPosted in AT THE SEA
Perfectly portrayed -
Posted on Sun, 15 Mar 2015
Perfectly portrayed - pressing on with nothing but forced determination and endurance. I felt it all in the no words wasted running flow from start to painful finish. And that she will have to do the whole thing again, is implied in the last,...
Read full commentPosted in Endurance
This wonderful snapshot of
Posted on Fri, 13 Mar 2015
This wonderful snapshot of the day - children at play, joyfully winning a battle with conkers sets of a stark comparison of what is lost. Quietly moving piece.
Read full commentPosted in In the Cold, Spring Sunlight...
This is lovely.
Posted on Sat, 07 Mar 2015
This is lovely - especially this -
'Unnavigable by any but the salmon,
Read full commentObsessing their way upstream to the scene of their birth,
As I do,
Riding the grey stream.
A micro-glance,
Just a small slice of...
Posted in The A1 Crosses the River Swale
'A cold breeze, comes down
Posted on Sun, 01 Mar 2015
'A cold breeze, comes down
from the crack of window
hit on my face
cold winds meets fresh tears
bring me to the reality'
I liked this stanza. Ithink it could be made into a poem by itself.
Read full commentPosted in Nameless
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