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StoryWalking With Dinosaurs harveyjoseph214 years 9 months ago
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StoryWe were warned harveyjoseph315 years 2 months ago

My stories

Gold cherry

The Box

I was never allowed to look in it. It was always locked; Though she would fiddle with its catches And rusty leather suitcase hinges. One day when she was out,

Madeline

To feel my feet crunch on the gravel path, hands, brushing brambles and box-hedges. To knock on the dead leaf door; Hear: the sound of fox-knocker on wood. See the mice curtains twitch;

Storm

Cradling PG-Lapsang Souchong Staring through the sash window Up from glossy print cottages In a shoplifted 'Country Life' Lightning slits the Surrey skies And thunders over the hospital
Poem of the week

Silent Road

We stared at a puddle in the road The frozen surface a coffin lid Not a cloud in the empty sky It was as if the day had hid Sapped of colour beneath the branches

Ghosting

Discarding the named books upon the desk I stare out at the littered figures on the field Then slumping down upon the swivel chair I spin And squint straight at the ghosting on the board

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