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StoryGiddy wonder of a near felt slumber alphadog1111 years 6 months ago
Storyillumine alphadog1111 years 6 months ago
Storyhim. alphadog1011 years 6 months ago
StoryHome-world episode 1. across the veil of silent shadows. alphadog1011 years 6 months ago
StoryE alphadog1011 years 6 months ago
StoryFig alphadog1011 years 6 months ago
Story-end of line- an answer to the BBc relating to the removal of Disability Living Allowance. alphadog1711 years 7 months ago
Story-end of line- on the death of the unknown soldier and Mohammed Saleem alphadog1111 years 7 months ago
Story-end of line- thoughts on an image of George Osbourne. alphadog1411 years 7 months ago
Story-end of line- alphadog1211 years 7 months ago
Storyshe moves in rain-dances. alphadog1311 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Moon is on the Rise (first position) alphadog1411 years 8 months ago
StoryIn her slow spirals I am now made whole. alphadog1011 years 8 months ago
Storyabuser alphadog1111 years 8 months ago
StoryTramp the earth down alphadog1611 years 9 months ago
Storyabuser alphadog1311 years 9 months ago
StoryForever alphadog1311 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat have the Tories done for us. (satire, perhaps) alphadog1511 years 9 months ago
Storyimages alphadog1311 years 9 months ago
StoryThe lake (Second position) alphadog1511 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Colour of Truth Highhat2911 years 9 months ago
StoryHis perfect kiss alphadog1511 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Lake alphadog1611 years 10 months ago
StoryFreedom begins from within alphadog1311 years 10 months ago
StoryThis room is filled with you alphadog1111 years 11 months ago

My stories

The 8th day part 1

“it is no measure of health, to be well adjusted in a profoundly sick society”: Jiddu Krishnamurti. ‘At the beginning of the 8th day… everything...
Cherry

On this wild October Evening

...As I return to the broken porch broken porch on this wild October evening, The old farmhouse, rest’s with its grey peeling wooden walls and its...

How my sanity must be kept

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How my sanity must be kept By AD Hunt The brightness from outside the window blinds my eyes with tears. From the whispers and whiskers of the rolling...

Nothing here is real

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Oh how he drove this: his Trojan horse before his cart. As the Gods trumpets, thumped the scrolling, rolling clouds Towards Golgotha’s weak and...

patchwork #2 Times past maudlin

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There was a time when strobed dancers with their fiddles Mud matressed and humming under the soft sign of the hag Would, with what was called, a wild...

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