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StorySweet Daughter Mine Silver Spun Sand1810 years 2 months ago
StoryReclining Nude Silver Spun Sand1010 years 2 months ago
StoryStanding Bee910 years 2 months ago
StoryPositive Thinking Bee2510 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Old House By The Sea Kilb501410 years 2 months ago
StoryGarbage Ed Crane1410 years 2 months ago
StoryDown the Track markle610 years 2 months ago
StoryScream Deliberately Ev...910 years 2 months ago
StoryOld Taiwan Homestead socialeaf710 years 2 months ago
StorySolstice Philip Sidney1610 years 2 months ago
StoryOUT OF FRUSTRATION Yashvardhan110 years 2 months ago
StoryWomen of Small Histories Silver Spun Sand610 years 2 months ago
StoryFrom a Stopping Train (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand1210 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Bee5110 years 2 months ago
Story‘Coming Home’ Art of the Diver1210 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Letting Go Silver Spun Sand1410 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Interview john_silver810 years 2 months ago
Story(dis)Honesty Parson Thru910 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Tightrope london_calling79910 years 2 months ago
StoryBoy Blue (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand610 years 2 months ago
StoryA Parable For Our Time (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano1710 years 2 months ago
StoryLoathsome (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney3010 years 2 months ago
Blog entryHe's Done It!!!!! Insertponceyfre...1010 years 2 months ago
Storyeverything I once knew celticman710 years 2 months ago
StoryTHAT Feeling! jolono2110 years 2 months ago

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My stories

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...

Fake

The fake tree does not need looking after. It stands a little askew reminding me it’ll never change. No leaves will wilt, colour, fall, or grow. It’s...
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Eriksay

I wished to write ‘An ode to you’ – no, too thoughtless too common those words never reached the screen and I wonder if they reached you as I tried...
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The Step Back

What made me do it, made me leave that day? The tipping point came one night I’d asked him not to go to football training, could he come home after...
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The First Step

I remember the day I filled the car full. Full of all the things I thought he’d need; his baby walker, Moses basket, far too many clothes, stacks of...
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