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Forum topicWhat a Load of Old Rubbish poetjude411 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHow cool is this?! poetjude511 years 3 months ago
Forum topicWhat do you like about where you live? poetjude2711 years 3 months ago
Forum topicLast Human (Everybody is dead except me) poetjude2611 years 3 months ago
Forum topicRecreation Ground by Tom Saunders poetjude211 years 3 months ago
Forum topicmobile internt poetjude211 years 3 months ago
Forum topicIn the office alone... poetjude511 years 3 months ago
Forum topicDeep Soul Treasure by Ralph poetjude111 years 3 months ago
Forum topicGodel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid by Douglas R Hofstadter poetjude111 years 3 months ago
Forum topicSecond Hand Bookshops poetjude1611 years 3 months ago
Forum topicIt's calling me poetjude1011 years 3 months ago
Forum topicWinter Butterfly by jvriesema poetjude011 years 3 months ago
Forum topicThe last foothold for the untalented? poetjude9611 years 3 months ago
Forum topic'Never let me go' by Kazuo Ishiguro poetjude611 years 3 months ago
Forum topicBecoming a posthumous cult poet - on Weldon Kees poetjude011 years 3 months ago
Forum topicTop Ten Most Marvellous of Things (II) poetjude2211 years 3 months ago
Forum topicDoubel Gloucester Vs Red Leicester poetjude2411 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHELP poetjude211 years 3 months ago
Forum topicOn Chester Way by Ralph poetjude211 years 3 months ago
Forum topiclimping round the office like a shot duck poetjude511 years 3 months ago
Forum topicKarl's Willy poetjude511 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHappy Saint Patrick's Day poetjude2311 years 3 months ago
Forum topicThe funniest translation ever... poetjude711 years 3 months ago
Forum topicIsaac Hayes quits as South Park's Chef poetjude811 years 3 months ago
Forum topicResentment over jam poetjude411 years 3 months ago

My stories

Cherry

London Snow

I went to sleep alone yet woke to find you next to me. The white room was filled with an unnatural brilliant light as you broke the morning news, framed at the bedroom window like an arctic fox.

On Paddington

She stops by the bronze, an instant brief and bitter as espresso, makes her sign ...
Cherry

Lamentations

This city, once filled with people became a widow, now finally a corpse. This road, a string of asphalt, dangles like a stray limb from an autopsy table.
Gold cherry

The Ship Club

I am taking inventory at my kitchen table Of the footprints and blisters I have made

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