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StoryOn the Famine Ridges, Garrafrauns, County Galway Stickleback03 months 5 days ago
StoryThe Mulberry Bush Stickleback13 months 6 days ago
StoryBone-craft Stickleback01 year 2 months ago
StoryMr. Feeney's Birthday Party Stickleback02 years 1 month ago
StoryBurren Stickleback02 years 2 months ago
StoryAt Small Heath Station Stickleback02 years 5 months ago
StoryLighting Candles for the Lost Stickleback02 years 6 months ago
StoryHeart of Oak (I) Stickleback02 years 6 months ago
StoryHeart of Oak (II) Stickleback02 years 6 months ago
StoryHermit Stickleback02 years 6 months ago
StoryCrayfish Stickleback02 years 6 months ago
StoryLanding Mackerel on the Pier Head at Portmagee Stickleback12 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Well Stickleback22 years 6 months ago
StoryNo Moses Child Stickleback12 years 6 months ago
StorySemaphore Stickleback12 years 6 months ago
StoryBack the Strand Stickleback02 years 6 months ago
StoryOne Driver Escaped Uninjured Stickleback32 years 6 months ago
StoryCarousel Stickleback32 years 6 months ago
StoryElephant Song Stickleback52 years 6 months ago
StoryJourney to Minneapolis Stickleback22 years 6 months ago
StorySweet Thing Stickleback22 years 6 months ago
CollectionThe Anvil Earth Stickleback32 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Stickleback02 years 6 months ago
StoryLiffey Swim Stickleback12 years 6 months ago
StoryBroken Heart Surgery Stickleback12 years 6 months ago

My stories

At Small Heath Station

These walls now scored with scratch-black graffiti Hide robot metal eyes which peer along the tracks And dance to the hinge-song of a gate, cast iron...

Lighting Candles for the Lost

Lighting Candles for the Lost Making stations near main-line stations On my knees in contemplation Of angular sanctuaries. Overhead gantries Seeking...

Heart of Oak (II)

Heart of Oak (II) They came and laid the forest bare Each proud tree rent from the air That leafy shelter once the hood Torn from the face of that...

Heart of Oak (I)

Heart of Oak (I) Leaves have fallen and covered The trees caress on the barren soil Hard bitten winter has smothered The gift of life, a summers toil...

Hermit

Hermit Tide alone is what moves us Refuge to which need must recourse Trapping the day out with a hard skin Carapace of remorse Driven hard and soft...

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