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StoryMy old friend Winter grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryOld Man Pete grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StorySchool Night grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryMissing sock grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryNameless journey grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryRoom for you grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryOdd socks grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryPaper cuts grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryToo late... grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryLife through a cataract grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryTonight again grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryJust play that tune grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryGlass flowers grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryI am... grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryGlove grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryInterview grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryHere I am in my chair grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryI kissed him grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryDrowned grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryDreamscape grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryFairy Lights grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryForgetting the diamonds grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago
StoryEarly morning at its worst grim_fandango011 years 6 months ago

My stories

Bull

The brown one knows me I'm sure I often watch him from my window With a gentle whistle he comes Through the fog I see him snorting breath Slow hooves...
Cherry

Fairy Lights

I sit once again on the first day of January Staring at new books, perfume CD's I never asked for Piled near the chipped Moroccan book stand In the...
Cherry

Forgetting the diamonds

She dropped subtle hints Like boulders falling from the sky My head was dented Bruised with her intent So I spent two months wages and Bought her the...
Cherry

Burning the bodies

From my window, south facing In a heated room with a table I saw the summer Slowly strangled, by twisted Cruel fingers of the autumn I could have...

Early morning at its worst

I joined the moving body A seething snake of cars Rubbed my belly On the tarmac Smelled death near the tyres Badgers lay to rest The sun so cruel in...

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