Stephen Thom

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StoryChinook (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney228 years 9 months ago
StoryFine Bee228 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Softening of Storms Rhiannonw138 years 10 months ago
StoryGrief Babies camilla58 years 10 months ago
StoryKatorga Stephen Thom58 years 10 months ago
StorySeen from a distance Parson Thru48 years 10 months ago
StoryThe confluence of word and sound Poette48 years 10 months ago
StoryDa Capo Silver Spun Sand38 years 10 months ago
StoryAs long as sea beats on stone Stephen Thom158 years 10 months ago
StoryMother, mirror, daughter love_writing68 years 11 months ago
Blog entryPicks of the Year tcook48 years 11 months ago
StoryPassing Through - 3/3 - Passing time with no time Stephen Thom128 years 11 months ago
StoryPassing Through - 2/3 - Passing Through/Stuck in a Fence Stephen Thom158 years 11 months ago
StoryPassing Through - 1/3 - Passing the time/Three-day work trip Stephen Thom98 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Weight On My Back (poetry monthly) Bee129 years 1 day ago
StoryWriting It Off Bee339 years 1 day ago
StoryLord of flies Stephen Thom269 years 6 days ago
StoryThe Maths Tutor (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney149 years 1 week ago
StoryLovebirds Jack Fritwell89 years 1 week ago
StoryOn Preparing a Fruit Salad Silver Spun Sand109 years 1 week ago
StoryFree (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...159 years 1 week ago
StoryA poem for Samuel - aged 3 jeand119 years 1 week ago
StoryWhat Am I? Silver Spun Sand89 years 1 week ago
StoryYou're all I ever wanted Deliberately Ev...99 years 1 week ago
StoryJourney's end Parson Thru19 years 1 week ago

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Flare

The headlights picked out individual snowflakes, quivering cotton drops spliced from the gauzy storm and suspended in their yellow orbs. 'You have to...

Lamb - 2/2

https://www.abctales.com/story/stephen-thom/lamb-12 Across a perpetual pitch-black ocean the Lamb drifted, centrifuge rotating in elegiac sweeps as...

Lamb - 1/2

They split from the chattering group, ducking under the perimeter fence to huddle at the base of the temple. He shrugged off his schoolbag and...
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Traces

The wheat field moved with torpid rolls in the wind. As Sacks turned on the rise to greet him, it appeared to be a vast patterned cloak sweeping from...
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Lakehouse

The headings are a nod to Iris Murdoch's 'The Sea, The Sea', a wonderful book :)

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