Ken Simm

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StoryThe Tree Changes Colour Ken Simm111 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Symptoms of Pleasure Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe sound of loving Gently Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Crow that said WOW Part 2 Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Crow that said WOW! Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Irish Girl Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryPale and Ignorant Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryPieces Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryPastorale Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryOur Stan, Doris & the Bike Ride. Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryMi Mam & the Curate Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryK Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryHy Brassil and Environs calmed in a Summer's breeze. Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryIntaglio is all in the Subtle Wrist. A Confounded Letter on Painting. Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryHumming the Song through a Feather in the Mists of Time. A Confounded Letter Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryI lost the sea Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryInsane inside my head Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryHanging Fire Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryDie Stimme, die schreit, kann nicht Ihr Herz haben Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryDreaming of Elysium Ken Simm011 years 4 months ago
StoryCityScapes and Towpaths lenchenelf612 years 3 months ago
StoryThe reality of bent nostalgia and good drunks Ken Simm415 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Colt with the Blaze. The Song of its Short Beautiful Life. Ken Simm615 years 4 months ago
StoryPlaying Strange Music in the Mountains of Pictland Ken Simm215 years 4 months ago
StoryHis eye moved across the face of the Century Ken Simm215 years 6 months ago

My stories

His eye moved across the face of the Century

Meemawing mothers in curlers and ash flicked acted cough bandied about gate gossip all day.
Cherry

A Weather Stripped Mountain and Caves under Trees. A Confounded Letter.

A whole experience for me, to me, explained in my sickness and the lies of those who said, illness suits you.

Intaglio is all in the Subtle Wrist. A Confounded Letter on Painting.

Leave that alone always. Never come back to that one pushed against the wall.

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