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StoryBands, Beers and Old Boyfriends agnosticnun43 hours 28 min ago
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StoryBuyers market lenchenelf101 month 1 week ago
Story21 rules for life, or how to fit in, or how to just, you know, swallow the whole unpalatable thing whole (from the gab of a 43 y/o London-born loser) harveyjones35194 months 3 weeks ago
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StoryMy gift agnosticnun010 months 2 days ago
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Bands, Beers and Old Boyfriends

Bands, beers and old boyfriends don’t mix. It’s good beer though, malty and brown And it’s only the heat of alcohol going down, That makes me feel...

Election Season

The tormented will come to find shelter In a blade of grass against the storm
Gold cherry

Love in the Days of Dial-up

We met on a VMS mainframe Over dialup, in bits per second - 1200

My gift

These lines, my gift to you / Only words and you have your own
Gold cherry
Poem of the week


These streets have good bones, but the flesh is scarred.


5 of my comments have received 6 Great Feedback votes

2 Votes

That. Um. Wow. I don’t know

Posted on Sat, 02 Jun 2018

That. Um. Wow. I don’t know whether to laugh or be horrified. Poor Drake. And Loretta. (In my head, Drake and Loretta become friends, Bedlam eats Drake’s mother, and everyone lives happily ever after.)

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Posted in And? - Bedlam

1 Vote

Sharp precise words, hard

Posted on Mon, 14 Oct 2019

Sharp precise words, harsh situation.  I hope you get good news.

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Posted in Consulting the Runes

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This is stunning, and

Posted on Wed, 20 Jun 2018

This is stunning, and important. Been there, rings true, and I know for blokes the stigma takes its own particular vicious form. Hang in and keep writing.

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Posted in The Iceberg

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This is just lovely.

Posted on Tue, 19 Jun 2018

This is just lovely.

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Posted in I have an imaginary daughter

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Really solid writing, and I

Posted on Tue, 02 Jan 2018

Really solid writing, and I like the shape of it.

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Posted in The Journey Back