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Story"Get Ready To Play. It's..." ( Poetry Monthly) jolono228 years 7 months ago
StoryAs I Write Bee208 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Glass Cutter hudsonmoon158 years 7 months ago
StoryAmy Amy Amy london_calling79188 years 7 months ago
StoryAll is fair in Love and War Foxy_StoneFox18 years 7 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby138 years 8 months ago
StoryOur Neil london_calling7948 years 8 months ago
StoryA Lonely Place Bee228 years 8 months ago
StoryRed Kite lenchenelf68 years 8 months ago
StoryAn Ode to the Summer Tourist hudsonmoon108 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Poetry of Porcelain Silver Spun Sand378 years 8 months ago
Blog entryStory, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week VeraClark38 years 8 months ago
StoryImminent Eloquence28 years 8 months ago
StorySisters Are Angels mcscraic18 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Lost (last) thoughts of Christopher Rabbit Seahorse18 years 8 months ago
StoryWish Bee318 years 8 months ago
Story'Brave' Art of the Diver188 years 8 months ago
Storylittle Hiroshima in my head celticman108 years 8 months ago
Story‘The Damage We Do’ Art of the Diver68 years 8 months ago
StoryI Believe in Unicorns Silver Spun Sand138 years 8 months ago
StoryGetting personal Pat G88 years 8 months ago
StoryAbyss Parson Thru138 years 8 months ago
StoryKite EB148 years 8 months ago
StoryLast Request EB178 years 8 months ago
StorySweet Daughter Mine Silver Spun Sand188 years 8 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

A bed

A bed’s being dragged across the sky for a better sea view of the twinkle fairies flickering and the sailors whispering of where you’d been and with...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Auchtertyre

Snow crunches underfoot wellington tracks dance out before me a patchwork blanket of ice sits snug as the sun shines on marshmallow mountains I...

Ash

When she came back she said I looked like a marble tomb covered in ash hiding the skeletal remains – post apocalypse everything about me was muted;...
Cherry

The Waiting Room

He spread the food out over the duvet trying to make up for it. I remember the smell of acrid vinegar from the jar of crinkle sliced beetroot that he...

The Red Leaf

There is one red leaf on the tree hanging like an open mouth whilst a pea-green one is on the verge of growing up into yellow Tinkling’s of rain...

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