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StoryHolocaust Stone - Hyde Park. (April 15th, 2005) littleditty1113 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Line of Beauty Silver Spun Sand2013 years 10 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 8 rjnewlyn913 years 10 months ago
StoryDiary of a fearful poet maggyvaneijk1413 years 10 months ago
StoryPresent Imperfect Silver Spun Sand2213 years 10 months ago
StoryA Work in Progress barryj1813 years 10 months ago
StoryDevil incarnate Beeme513 years 10 months ago
StorySilence shoe813 years 10 months ago
StoryEnlightened Beeme613 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Long and the Short of it Silver Spun Sand2213 years 10 months ago
StoryWHO AM I? Zemikael Habte ...213 years 10 months ago
StoryMonday's Child (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand813 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Young Poet threeleafshamrock413 years 10 months ago
StoryLittle things shoe1513 years 10 months ago
StoryLest This Day kheldar1113 years 10 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time Silver Spun Sand2213 years 10 months ago
Story#Ruaumoko #haiku littleditty713 years 10 months ago
StoryFailure to Launch barryj1913 years 10 months ago
StoryDiary of a twenty-first century son maggyvaneijk1413 years 10 months ago
StoryPaper Proof jennifer1113 years 10 months ago
StoryHer Rucksack Silver Spun Sand3213 years 10 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 6 rjnewlyn1013 years 10 months ago
StoryReading at the Lowe Library MistakenMagic3213 years 10 months ago
StoryPostscript MistakenMagic3213 years 10 months ago
StoryWe're All Mad Here MistakenMagic2513 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

This Prison

I wake to a blue and yellow pastel dawn Chalked with white clouds And I know I dreamt about you again.
Cherry

Rain in July

She taps her red pumps On the stool as she gazes Out of the window of the Samaritans Charity shop. She stands out Like a snow white moth Against a grimy window pane.

Bittersweet

In the attic She lies beneath A blue square of sky Clinging to the bed clothes She can still smell The cake he baked for her
Cherry

Beauty?

Cigarette butts smudged into the stone Dreaming of smoke and skin Like an urban mural left to blemish The pavement

Juliet

Front door snap. Head phones in To block out her mother Howling her threats of banishment. But it didn’t matter. This wasn’t her home anymore.

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