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StoryCame the Spring Silver Spun Sand87 years 8 months ago
StoryAt Holcombe Beach (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand177 years 9 months ago
StoryNo silver lining TFH57 years 9 months ago
StoryThere harveyjoseph67 years 9 months ago
Storyschool photos 72 celticman207 years 9 months ago
Blog entry04.04.14 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week Luke Neima17 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Revolution Has Not Yet Begun jolono167 years 9 months ago
Blog entryInterview with Phil Klay, author of Redeployment Luke Neima57 years 9 months ago
StoryShibboleth... Silver Spun Sand87 years 9 months ago
Storyschool photos 71 celticman147 years 9 months ago
StoryOut of the Mouths of Babes Bee267 years 10 months ago
StoryMonochrome Starfish Girl227 years 10 months ago
StoryMartha's Moved On blackjack-davey187 years 10 months ago
StorySliding Doors Silver Spun Sand87 years 10 months ago
StoryThe River is Everywhere chelseyflood47 years 10 months ago
StoryRaza's home visit MJG47 years 10 months ago
StoryShorty TheGameCat57 years 10 months ago
StoryHot Air Balloon Jambeadie87 years 10 months ago
StoryMy Graffiti Heart blighters rock127 years 10 months ago
StoryMother tongue MJG97 years 10 months ago
StoryOut of the Known Starfish Girl77 years 11 months ago
StoryThe secret to Hollyhocks MJG37 years 11 months ago
StoryBeryl's Fortuitous Advertisement Cake-queen157 years 11 months ago
StoryRemote Starfish Girl107 years 11 months ago
StoryLaugh at Terrible Things Bee287 years 11 months ago

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My stories

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Poem of the week

In Vitro Electric

Numbed and sedated, I think of Mary Shelley’s near-death in Villa Magni’s colonnaded walls; haunted by six pregnancies: four dead. And all her blood-...
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Strictly, The Last Supper

Rain. Vertical and horizontal, dimples the river and patters against Tilly’s dirty windows. She watches it glaze panes and trickle into smudges as...
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Story of the week

The Will

GRAN died on Christmas day; an hour after mum’s mega-dinner and enough sherry to kill a small dog. The only things she brought to the feast were a...
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First Breath:Last Breath

Scream you out. Eelsmooth, plum purple; naked and bloody. Your liquid self empties into my outstretched arms. A girl; with ancient, dark eyes and...
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A different view

Eyes. The colours and stories they tell. You never forget them. Hadi’s wife, Azir, felt eyes really were windows of the soul. Hadi did not compute...

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