ralph
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Bucks from a Cuban | ralph | 3 | 4 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Latitude | ralph | 4 | 4 years 4 months ago |
| Blog entry | VIRTUAL READING NIGHT - Extended Due To Popular Demand! | Insertponceyfre... | 1 | 4 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Coal Porter | ralph | 1 | 4 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Nineteen and the Mermaids | ralph | 4 | 4 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Begging’s Not My Business | ralph | 0 | 4 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Come Sunday | ralph | 3 | 4 years 7 months ago |
| Story | To Recover | ralph | 0 | 4 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Home | ralph | 1 | 4 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Hockney and I | ralph | 3 | 4 years 7 months ago |
| Story | On London Bridge I Fell Down and Wept | ralph | 2 | 4 years 7 months ago |
| Story | The Stigmatisations | ralph | 3 | 4 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Older | ralph | 0 | 4 years 8 months ago |
| Story | As if Dancing to Basie | ralph | 3 | 4 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Wisconsin | ralph | 0 | 4 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Breathing Lessons | ralph | 1 | 4 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Dawn Call Late | ralph | 0 | 4 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | Recovery Songs published today | ralph | 3 | 4 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Whilst Reading Anne Tyler | ralph | 0 | 4 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Distancing | ralph | 1 | 4 years 10 months ago |
| Story | A Dance in the Pub for Carlos Alberto | ralph | 1 | 4 years 10 months ago |
| Story | In Childhood | ralph | 2 | 4 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Thomas Wilson | ralph | 2 | 4 years 11 months ago |
| Story | After the Division Bell | ralph | 0 | 5 years 2 months ago |
| Blog entry | London Reading Event Coming Up! | Insertponceyfre... | 10 | 5 years 2 months ago |
My stories
Jumping Trains
Jumping Trains They call this room, ‘The Pod’. Outside. It’s slatted, curved. A brown tortoise shell. Inside. I distribute Mirtazapine, Tramadol,...
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House
House 3.20am. Inside this kitchen under emergency fluorescents. Head in hands — elbows on polished, scratched aluminum. I scan the clocks. Thinking I...
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Shame
Shame I’ve tried to outstep the shame of this. Even now the guilt piles high like records racked on an old Dansette. I was a youth lost in a bedroom...
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There is Still Time
There is Still Time to wipe your tongue across greying lips, and kiss the world back. For you are no different than us. We have all committed the...
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Friday Night was Biscuit Night
My mum, she loved Marks & Spencer. She’d always say, ‘You can’t beat them for value.’ She was a brilliant shoplifter, my mum.
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