| Antartica
| | Frosted glass... | | Words: | 31 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Hot Press
| | On the top stair... | | Words: | 35 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Frank and Francie
| | He was only thirteen, according to the gravestone,... | | Words: | 124 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Street Centurion
| | Swarming streets intertwine... | | Words: | 32 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Thawing
| | I'm a frost on your window,... | | Words: | 50 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Outside
| | Huddled like family... | | Words: | 18 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Snug
| | Flavours bursting in my eyes,... | | Words: | 35 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Diggers
| | I grew up counting grave stones through a gap in the hedge,... | | Words: | 115 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Where petrol pumps once stood
| | On the bus passing from the south of Ireland to the north of Ireland I happened upon this image and let my pen do the work. | | Words: | 120 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Like Dried Bark
| | Like the dried bark of a seeping wild hazel tree... | | Words: | 38 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Optimus Prime
| | About playground games and the innocence of the times. | | Words: | 87 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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