David Coldwell

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StoryLate September David Coldwell06 years 8 months ago
Blog entryInterview with Julian Jordan of Write Out Loud Luke Neima36 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Ambassadors David Coldwell16 years 11 months ago
StoryApple Trees David Coldwell06 years 11 months ago
StoryListen David Coldwell36 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Football David Coldwell66 years 11 months ago
StoryPollinate David Coldwell16 years 11 months ago
StoryHeron David Coldwell26 years 11 months ago
StoryPoles Apart David Coldwell16 years 11 months ago
StoryClocks David Coldwell36 years 12 months ago
CollectionPoetry David Coldwell07 years 6 months ago

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My stories

Late September

Still life was the challenge of the new term. Maria, whose yellowed fingers would later take the charcoal from my hand and crush the burnt willow,...

The Ambassadors

It wasn’t until she stepped up to the guilt edge and knelt that I looked for something more. The Holbein worked her. The crowds looked on as a blood...

Apple Trees

In spring they planted three apple trees on common land with space beneath piles of stones moved from a wall for more in autumn. Each of the trees...


You will argue that there is no sound in space and that a satellite the size of a wheel barrow could mimic a star whilst combing the atmosphere. I...

The Football

Who would have guessed that a small tree could be so vicious. All day you had kicked the new football back and forth against the gable of the red...