Coolhermit

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Storynostalgia Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
Storyhugging Lauren at WOMAD (1990) Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
Storyabout a motorway Coolhermit44 years 4 months ago
Storytwo tankas, two free form Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
StoryGrace and Joseph Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
StoryTrevor Coolhermit64 years 4 months ago
Storyto an absent loved one in a time of plague Coolhermit24 years 4 months ago
Storyhook, line, and sinker Coolhermit24 years 4 months ago
Storygrowing pains Coolhermit24 years 4 months ago
Storybroken home Coolhermit24 years 4 months ago
Storytragic Coolhermit44 years 4 months ago
StoryMay 8th 1945 Coolhermit24 years 4 months ago
Storysummer lovin' Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
StoryVenus in a red dress (Dublin 1955) Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
Storyadultery 30s style Coolhermit24 years 4 months ago
Storya Dingle epiphany - sometime in the eighties Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
Storyla chambre haute Coolhermit24 years 4 months ago
Storytwister Coolhermit14 years 4 months ago
StoryBloomsday plus one Coolhermit64 years 4 months ago
StoryCarlos Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
StoryHodge Podge Richard L. Prov...44 years 4 months ago
Storydrinking tea in the rain sylviec24 years 4 months ago
Storythe last toot Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago
StoryLong Lane Coolhermit14 years 4 months ago
Storythoughts of Joanna Coolhermit04 years 4 months ago

My stories

Alison

largely unedited - this is a favourite to perform - lotsa room for Frankie Howerd 'styleee' innuendos - on he right day with the right crowd it goes...
Cherry

Ross and Cromarty

Ross and Cromarty while sauntering the Scottish coast beyond Plockton, past Applecross, though not as far as Ullapool, I was overtaken by a stillness...
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a life in a breath

a life in a breath occasioned by Thomas Hardy Thoughts of Phena (1890) that delicate essence captured in a bottle meant for mourning tears wakens...

Eleanor

Eleanor I’m rooted now in mud-flat-land this estuary is not home nor my chosen place to raise a family - but I rolled the dice and fate decided amen...

when these sour days are ended

when these sour days are ended we who have met, but fleetingly, and are kept apart will meet we who dare not speak of love forged in late night calls...

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