Stephen Thom

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StoryKatorga Stephen Thom59 years 4 months ago
StorySeen from a distance Parson Thru49 years 4 months ago
StoryThe confluence of word and sound Poette49 years 4 months ago
StoryDa Capo Silver Spun Sand39 years 4 months ago
StoryAs long as sea beats on stone Stephen Thom159 years 4 months ago
StoryMother, mirror, daughter love_writing69 years 5 months ago
Blog entryPicks of the Year tcook49 years 5 months ago
StoryPassing Through - 3/3 - Passing time with no time Stephen Thom129 years 5 months ago
StoryPassing Through - 2/3 - Passing Through/Stuck in a Fence Stephen Thom159 years 5 months ago
StoryPassing Through - 1/3 - Passing the time/Three-day work trip Stephen Thom99 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Weight On My Back (poetry monthly) Bee129 years 6 months ago
StoryWriting It Off Bee339 years 6 months ago
StoryLord of flies Stephen Thom269 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Maths Tutor (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney149 years 6 months ago
StoryLovebirds Jack Fritwell89 years 6 months ago
StoryOn Preparing a Fruit Salad Silver Spun Sand109 years 6 months ago
StoryFree (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...159 years 6 months ago
StoryA poem for Samuel - aged 3 jeand119 years 6 months ago
StoryWhat Am I? Silver Spun Sand89 years 6 months ago
StoryYou're all I ever wanted Deliberately Ev...99 years 6 months ago
StoryJourney's end Parson Thru19 years 6 months ago
StoryBird as messenger Stephen Thom119 years 6 months ago
StoryGuarding seafret39 years 6 months ago
StoryJourneys Starfish Girl99 years 6 months ago
StoryInfinity Eloquence49 years 6 months ago

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Flare

The headlights picked out individual snowflakes, quivering cotton drops spliced from the gauzy storm and suspended in their yellow orbs. 'You have to...

Lamb - 2/2

https://www.abctales.com/story/stephen-thom/lamb-12 Across a perpetual pitch-black ocean the Lamb drifted, centrifuge rotating in elegiac sweeps as...

Lamb - 1/2

They split from the chattering group, ducking under the perimeter fence to huddle at the base of the temple. He shrugged off his schoolbag and...
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Traces

The wheat field moved with torpid rolls in the wind. As Sacks turned on the rise to greet him, it appeared to be a vast patterned cloak sweeping from...
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Lakehouse

The headings are a nod to Iris Murdoch's 'The Sea, The Sea', a wonderful book :)

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