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Story"Get Ready To Play. It's..." ( Poetry Monthly) jolono2211 years 2 months ago
StoryAs I Write Bee2011 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Glass Cutter hudsonmoon1211 years 2 months ago
StoryAmy Amy Amy london_calling791811 years 2 months ago
StoryAll is fair in Love and War Foxy_StoneFox111 years 2 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby1311 years 2 months ago
StoryOur Neil london_calling79411 years 2 months ago
StoryA Lonely Place Bee2211 years 2 months ago
StoryRed Kite lenchenelf611 years 2 months ago
StoryAn Ode to the Summer Tourist hudsonmoon1011 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Poetry of Porcelain Silver Spun Sand3711 years 2 months ago
Blog entryStory, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week VeraClark311 years 2 months ago
StoryImminent Eloquence211 years 2 months ago
StorySisters Are Angels mcscraic111 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Lost (last) thoughts of Christopher Rabbit Seahorse111 years 2 months ago
StoryWish Bee3111 years 2 months ago
Story'Brave' Art of the Diver1811 years 2 months ago
Storylittle Hiroshima in my head celticman1011 years 2 months ago
Story‘The Damage We Do’ Art of the Diver611 years 2 months ago
StoryI Believe in Unicorns Silver Spun Sand1311 years 2 months ago
StoryGetting personal Pat G811 years 2 months ago
StoryKite EB1411 years 2 months ago
StoryLast Request EB1711 years 3 months ago
StorySweet Daughter Mine Silver Spun Sand1811 years 3 months ago
StoryReclining Nude Silver Spun Sand1011 years 3 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

A familiar through-line

From the outside we looked like a normal family. We lived in an area that local kids called Spam Valley and Corn-beef Canyon because they thought we...

Barnaby

Barnaby came over from Australia with my grandparents when I was around eight. I wondered if he understood me when I said hello as he didn’t say...
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;...

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