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StoryCindy's Fall shoebox416 years 1 month ago
StoryParanoia? threeleafshamrock116 years 1 month ago
StoryHalf In, Half Out yrene216 years 1 month ago
StoryIt Doesn't Matter Which... Bradene416 years 1 month ago
StoryHot Chocolate! (Haiku) yrene216 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Pee yrene116 years 1 month ago
StoryFutility Bradene716 years 1 month ago
StoryTie Down Natasha Ken Simm416 years 1 month ago
StoryPhoto of an Old Refugee threeleafshamrock516 years 1 month ago
StoryThis is My Cross yrene216 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Encounter yrene216 years 1 month ago
Story4 Connecting Haiku Bradene516 years 1 month ago

My stories

The Cottage (Poem)

Time, you thief! Have stolen on your endless march, the ‘now’ That from the hour-glass of my mind, was cast, into the Sea of careless youth; to nestle in the shifting sands.
Cherry

London 1960

“We ask God to forgive us the sins we will commit in the future”. Every week we ask this, and then we come here next week and ask him to forgive last weeks’. This sinning is complicated.

Summer's Mourn

I have as much use for Winter as I have for an ashtray on my motorbike.

I am no more

If I should die; that love should live and not die with me.

Photo of an Old Refugee

While reading a newspaper article on Yugoslavian conflict, I noticed a photograph accompanying the piece. It was of an old man sitting on the back of a horse-drawn cart.

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