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Story‘Oh to be in England, now that spring is there’ (IP) Rhiannonw159 years 11 months ago
StoryWhat’s that noise? (IP) Rhiannonw69 years 12 months ago
StoryRed Devils - 3 - Meeting with Phineas Barnum jeand109 years 12 months ago
StorySUNLIGHT ON YOUR FACE moonphish69 years 12 months ago
StoryNoise (IP) agnosticnun49 years 12 months ago
StoryRed Devils - 2 - Letters to Barnum and Bennett jeand89 years 12 months ago
StoryTea and a Belgian Bun! I.P. 1171 Words Denzella109 years 12 months ago
StoryWe Three - Act V and Epilogue jeand99 years 12 months ago
StoryMma Makutsi desires a husband Rhiannonw29 years 12 months ago
StoryRed Devils - 1 - The Assignment jeand109 years 12 months ago
StoryNoise. (IP) torscot109 years 12 months ago
StoryLong-tailed Tits, or … Rhiannonw99 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Comfort of Quiet Philip Sidney169 years 12 months ago
StoryA Man of Substance luigi_pagano69 years 12 months ago
StoryA Devoted Servant luigi_pagano69 years 12 months ago
StoryDevil's Soup tibi popovici99 years 12 months ago
StoryWords lost in a tide of ink! (IP) Rhiannonw810 years 1 day ago
StorySilence is Golden Silver Spun Sand210 years 1 day ago
StoryA Night At The Races luigi_pagano210 years 1 day ago
StoryAn Ugly Din luigi_pagano410 years 2 days ago
StoryAntivenom Rhiannonw210 years 2 days ago
StorySEASONED SAILORS moonphish210 years 3 days ago
StoryICE CREAM HEARTACHES moonphish210 years 3 days ago
StoryI'm Sorry Sooz006810 years 3 days ago
StoryAnna and Rosie jeand1010 years 3 days ago

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My stories

Out of the overflow of the heart …

… the mouth speaks* [Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series ] Life flows from the heart, guiding lips and eyes – do they help you do things that are good and wise?

On Little Mountain, near Bredwardine

Little Mountain where once we got lost* (wrong path curves far, as we found to our cost) amongst dead bracken with a blue dome sky glimpsing far down...

School Absence, Home Presence

School absence, home presence – what a noise from a little boy’s questions and chatter and ‘what is the matter with my head and my tum, Mum?’ School presence, home absence –

Proclaiming – ’til he comes

He gave them bread to eat to symbolise … The cup of wine he shared to symbolise …These emblems we partake should help remember him – proclaiming thus his death until he comes again, as King.

Somewhere better?

This world is very weary with germs … pain, pride, greed… But, if we find a new world, well, will it be just right … And what will we export there if some of us fly in? …

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