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My Stories

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  • Sunday Walk.
    "Do not be afraid. My name is Mary." Even though the voice was gentle. So unexpected was the intrusion, to my Sunday walk, I heard my breath rush out with an, "Ehh."
    Being f
    500 words, 5 comments, May 9, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
  • Urchin.
    Urchin.
    Even before I had finished Lez's poem of inner city life, her image returned to my mind. She must be about thirty now.  A sadness welled inside at the thought o
    600 words, 9 comments, August 15, 2003. In <200 lines, Other
  • Revelation.
    Revelation.
    The dirt track down the side of the field was hard baked, horse shoe prints the only discernible mark left from days when the soil was less firm, he had walked
    1200 words, 4 comments, March 11, 2003. In <200 lines, Inspirational
  • Recycling.
    The wing mirrors of the 7.5 tonne Roadrunner lorry brushed the overgrown hedges on both sides of the narrow lane obscuring any view to the rear, this suited Alan as he skillful
    1500 words, 9 comments, March 11, 2003. In <200 lines, Other

My Poetry

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  • Setting Sun
    how fast
    the apple trees grow--
    <100 words, 8 comments, September 16, 2008. In Haiku
  • Shadowed Bark
    shadowed bark the feel of moss
    <100 words, 10 comments, January 15, 2008. In Haiku
  • How Mournful.
    how mournful knowing I shall leave this world--
    <100 words, 10 comments, November 6, 2007. In Tanka

My other items

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  • Setting Sun at allpoetry
    how fast
    the apple trees grow--
  • Shadowed Bark at allpoetry
    shadowed bark the feel of moss
  • How Mournful. at allpoetry
    how mournful knowing I shall leave this world--

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