Ray Schaufeld

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StoryHave a nice day Parson Thru128 years 1 week ago
StoryLIVERPOOL YaseminB48 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCaithness PoetonaHill68 years 2 weeks ago
StorySam PoetonaHill58 years 2 weeks ago
Blog entryCarl MacDougall (1993) The Lights Below. celticman28 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfinding peace Di_Hard268 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWhile I Was Waiting skinner_jennifer108 years 2 weeks ago
Blog entryVisitor Ray Schaufeld68 years 2 weeks ago
Blog entryGreat Audition mickleinapickle48 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBrave Face jennifer48 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHedgehogs well-wisher38 years 2 weeks ago
StoryUnclassified - Bulgy Smoking Mum + Spin Cycles I - IV + endpiece Ray Schaufeld88 years 3 weeks ago
Blog entryIn The Womens' Library - photocopying my work Ray Schaufeld48 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWalk of Shame Ewan28 years 3 weeks ago
StoryStrength And Passion Of Women skinner_jennifer128 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDance of Summer. Ladylily48 years 3 weeks ago
StorySupervet alexwritings38 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNow Parson Thru138 years 3 weeks ago
Blog entryCarl MacDougall (1996) The Casanova Papers celticman28 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLes Rowse, Philippe and I , final chapter. Ray Schaufeld128 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDear Mum overthinkingism...108 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLenin on Loons J. A. Stapleton18 years 4 weeks ago
StoryThe old folks Parson Thru118 years 4 weeks ago
StorySchool  (Automatic poem) well-wisher168 years 4 weeks ago
StoryFebruary low tide Di_Hard198 years 4 weeks ago

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Primary School Memories

Mixed up little witch sky-high before lunch I hid beneath the cave of wooden desks with metal inkwells in first year juniors. How did Miss Cooper get...

I love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson

I love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson, lifelong daughter of Exmouth recently retired from office work. Louts who mock her grey didacticism...

Rosemary's Carriage Clock

They had not let her go early. But at a quarter-to-five, Emma her line manager with her customary in-yer-face niceness and right-girls-I'm-in-charge...

Waiting for the Rain

Rain coming hard So hard Sheeting down heavily Battering waves More upon more upon more Driving down like heartbeats that curve round When reaching...

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