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StoryA busy mozzie’s buzz Rhiannonw148 years 9 months ago
StoryLucy's in the Sky (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand88 years 9 months ago
Story'All That Jazz' Silver Spun Sand108 years 9 months ago
StoryNuthoused EB168 years 10 months ago
StoryPainting the Homeless Godly Silver Spun Sand188 years 10 months ago
StoryLicked EB128 years 10 months ago
StoryWelsh/English Waters Mix Rhiannonw128 years 10 months ago
StoryFrozen Ground Rhiannonw138 years 10 months ago
StoryEnlightened big stu28 years 10 months ago
StoryI am a sheradised annular nail - re written Deliberately Ev...58 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Lady that Played Piano Silver Spun Sand68 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Sky to be Born (Sean Elyot) loquaciousicity38 years 10 months ago
StoryOld Central Birmingham Library Philip Sidney158 years 10 months ago
StoryBorder Control (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney258 years 10 months ago
StoryAccording to the Birdie Rhiannonw108 years 10 months ago
StoryPink with Purple Peonies Silver Spun Sand88 years 10 months ago
StoryJake and The Beach Hut tcook68 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Prince as Limerick tcook58 years 10 months ago
StoryEugene and the Eskimo loquaciousicity68 years 10 months ago
StoryA flaw in the Atheists "You Can't Prove A Negative" Argument - well-wisher28 years 11 months ago
StoryWhy it is impossible for God to prove itself to an atheist well-wisher28 years 11 months ago
StoryThe right book.... alice sunderland58 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Flounderer (the vocal version) Bee118 years 11 months ago
StoryA Borderline Case (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand148 years 11 months ago
StoryBernie the bolt. celticman178 years 11 months ago

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Rat-A-Tat-Tat (Poetry Monthly)

The typewriters tap, with a rat-a-tat-tat, like a fourth estate rap to provide us the pap (that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat) in a...

The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night, upon the Stone, by candlelight...

In An Old Cathedral

She knelt upon a plank, plain oaken (sable cloak, her mourning guise), and sensed the breath of distant sighs, pale shades of pain behind blue eyes…...

Neanderthal

This screed has nothing to do with the noble Neanderthal (whose brain size exceeded our own). it has nothing to do with' times gone by' (though who knows what future beings may think) it has nothing to do with anything… and even less to do with something… unless of course, you think it might…

The Evil Eye

The darkness, now descending, floods the city as it dies while shadows lurk in legions 'neath the looming Evil Eye. Its frozen stare envelops all, it...

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