Stephen Thom

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StoryFree (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...1510 years 6 months ago
StoryA poem for Samuel - aged 3 jeand1110 years 6 months ago
StoryWhat Am I? Silver Spun Sand810 years 6 months ago
StoryYou're all I ever wanted Deliberately Ev...910 years 6 months ago
StoryBird as messenger Stephen Thom1110 years 6 months ago
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StoryAt The Café Bee1710 years 6 months ago
Storylook away ..... .... ... .. . . . . . ."Poetry Monthly" MarciaMarcia1810 years 6 months ago
StoryMartha's Hill blighters rock1210 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Old Man and the Sea luigi_pagano1010 years 6 months ago
Storyhesitation in a breath jvriesema210 years 6 months ago
Storyrunning in the rain Deliberately Ev...2710 years 6 months ago
StoryBack to Beach Bee1810 years 6 months ago
StoryMy Problem with Peyote love_writing1710 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Walking Man Jane Hyphen310 years 7 months ago
StoryThere you are cassiegoeswild610 years 7 months ago
StoryIf you love someone Deliberately Ev...510 years 7 months ago
StoryBeautiful Failures/Poetry for No-one Stephen Thom710 years 7 months ago
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StoryListen EB1510 years 8 months ago
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StorySmudge Stephen Thom910 years 9 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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