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| Story | x | stevepoet | 3 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | What posters were on your student walls? | tcook | 13 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Ing-er-land | tcook | 33 | 18 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | www.josiedog.com not me | josiedog | 5 | 18 years 12 months ago |
| Forum topic | Happy Saint Patrick's Day | poetjude | 23 | 19 years 1 week ago |
| Forum topic | I don't know about you lot but.... | Anonymous | 13 | 19 years 2 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | Attn: Nottingham and Leicester folk | tcook | 1 | 19 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Blimey what year is it? | flash | 17 | 19 years 4 months ago |
| Forum topic | Good music, or lackthereof | Anonymous | 36 | 19 years 5 months ago |
| Forum topic | Have a lot of people left, or have they got new names on the forum? | flash | 25 | 19 years 5 months ago |
My stories
Driving through cloud towards Capel-y-ffin
I am driving into the mist and sky with the windows open. I am touched, drenched, wet with beauty, dripping song. The air hangs, deep and alive with rain. My tiny voice
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We walk through streets empty of all language
We walk through streets empty of all language and so I say nothing accordingly. Not looking at you is hard to manage and I never do these things well. I see
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us, and the stars
are scratches on the night’s skin, cold as blades of grass and wet as lips. They do not change. They move, hung in constellations given sense by the myths we create here,
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'We cannot experience molecules in the same way we experience dogs'
every level of us is imperfect theory. It is the rough tongue of experience makes the universe’s primal unevenness evident. As the eye fissions the previously perfect line,
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A prayer for the bored
This is a prayer for the bored sitting, becalmed in the day, endlessly at 10.17, forever only one third of the way into something, whatever that something is. These words are for those
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