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StoryCherry Blossom Tree jasperhatsoff211 years 6 months ago
StoryBig Erchie jasperhatsoff211 years 6 months ago
StoryAt the doctors. jasperhatsoff511 years 6 months ago
StoryUntitled jasperhatsoff311 years 7 months ago
StoryTwo Bridges jasperhatsoff411 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Glass Harmonica jasperhatsoff111 years 7 months ago
StoryOn Writing jasperhatsoff111 years 7 months ago
StoryHarbourage jasperhatsoff211 years 7 months ago
Storyis Present jasperhatsoff111 years 7 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Two Bridges

On the last day of summer I stood with my back to the traffic My chest pressed against The green flaked railings Of Kelvin Bridge, and Leaning forward to watch the water,

At the doctors.

‘I left the house without a scarf today.’ I say. She smiles, and, encouraged, add; ‘Yesterday in Ayr it was 12 degrees.’ And throw in some incidental detail, Like the price of daffodils,

Big Erchie

There is little known about Big Erchie, and what there is to know is from a source who still boasts about the time she bashed him over the head with the brass vase given

Cherry Blossom Tree

When the words Became the feelers Of ants And trembled their stick arms Across the page I would leave The library. Leave the chains Of black interlocked Legs pin pricking across

The Glass Harmonica

Awakened By finger tips on glass The murmurs of Things that never were, the Voices that never Hooked Their webbed toes Around tongues The fossils of thoughts Are retrieved

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