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StoryParisian Haikus thewestlondonle...211 years 10 months ago
StoryIllumination thewestlondonle...412 years 3 months ago
StoryLooking Through Windows thewestlondonle...012 years 3 months ago
StoryBeyoetiful maggyvaneijk2312 years 11 months ago
StoryLilac Wine Silver Spun Sand2312 years 11 months ago
StoryReading Virginia Woolf thewestlondonle...412 years 12 months ago
StoryMarks on the Horizon thewestlondonle...313 years 1 week ago
StoryFalse Springs thewestlondonle...313 years 1 week ago
StorySelf actualising individuals Parson Thru413 years 1 week ago
StorySome Kind of Philosophy thewestlondonle...413 years 3 weeks ago
Storywhat happened, when? thewestlondonle...513 years 1 month ago
StoryVanished Rooms thewestlondonle...413 years 1 month ago
StoryPont au Double, June Morning thewestlondonle...413 years 1 month ago

My stories

A Few Haikus

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Sat, 14 Apr 2012

1 Words life narration Seep through the gaps of cultures Causing confusion 2 An ant focusing On the toil of the day on Impassive mountains 3 Walking in the park
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Fresh Air

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Sat, 14 Apr 2012

i Quiet in my barroom corner the occasion got to me and words exited their cave desperate for a deep well; the situation was severe but they lacked severity and
Spiritual
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Marching Dilemmas

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Fri, 06 Apr 2012

I close my eyes and see blue patches forming and wonder where they’re taking me. (This starts me off) Lying naked in bed and music, harmonicas and violins
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False Springs

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Sun, 01 Apr 2012

The weather brightened up for a while and we thought our day had come, but give it a day or two the overarching grimness will return, it must. It has, and us wearing
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Stump Sitters

By thewestlondonletterwriter on Tue, 27 Mar 2012

We always end up in the wrong place - the last always being the worst - sharing our bed with dying wasps, and a half-way house for the homeless to sit outside and smoke.
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