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She Brings the Morning

By hadley on Fri, 04 Feb 2011

It becomes something. We are still on the edge of things, still waiting for a beginning to form itself out of these mists. The day is heavy and slow, bearing the weight of so much rain and darkness.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

The Scented Allotment

By hadley on Wed, 02 Feb 2011

Toast Stoataffronter is now not really one of the most famous of people. After all, neither you nor I have ever heard of him before.
Humour
Story
Certificate 15

The Hand Encloses Empty Air

By hadley on Mon, 31 Jan 2011

This becomes a distance that holds us apart, as though we are on the opposite banks of a raging river: unable to cross, unable to meet, unable to touch.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

Pottering About

By hadley on Fri, 28 Jan 2011

Hopalong Gravelpath is – quite rightly – well known throughout these islands as one of the leading exponents of Premier Division Pottering About, and is all set to be the captain of the UK’s Oly
Humour
Story
Certificate U

The Hands of a Man

By hadley on Wed, 26 Jan 2011

These are the hands of a man But I don’t know what that means. These are not the hands of a son of toil They have not worked the fields From darkness to darkness. They have not hammered out
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

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