a short story |
A Parting Shot
Brandwood stood in the corner of the drawing room, a glass in his right hand, looking out through the large bay window across the estate. He was very quiet, and his breath...
Posted by Gary on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 04:06:00 PST |
a new poem |
Talc
Another sleepy Thursday rolls around.
The lavender ladies board the bus at
Broadway Hotel, headed out of town.
It is 3pm. Their half shouted chat
Is of making it back to Bar...
Posted by Gary on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 03:25:00 PST |
a light hearted offering |
Hooked
"If you're caught on a hook the only thing's to
Cut the line down low and pull the thing through."
So said Dai Wynn with his coal black scar
Running elbow to wrist along his forearm.
The...
Posted by Gary on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 09:15:00 PST |
a poem |
Hello all. I was inspired to write a poem about the cockle pickers that died here in morecambe after seeing something of the landscape (everyday when i head in to work). I don't often do s...
Posted by Gary on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 12:41:00 PST |
The day the jehovahs came |
A story I wrote a little while ago:
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Ray was not looking for God the day the Jehovahs ca...
Posted by Gary on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 02:34:00 PST |
poem |
Swim
Let me swim if I can.
Let the current dictate.
Let me swim in the deep.
If I can't, let me sleep....
Posted by Gary on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 03:40:00 PST |
a new poem for all the new subscribers (cheers) |
This Time.
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"This is no place to set a story."
He says.
"This time next year
I'll be gone from here."
Blowing on the ghos...
Posted by Gary on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 02:40:00 PST |
A new poem |
Dole Queue Rules
I am on P Cycle
Each fortnight on Thursdays
With shock haired Lil.
The lord giveth, and the lord taketh away.
She signs on before me
And when I am leaving
She's p...
Posted by Gary on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 02:40:00 PST |
the start of the story |
.Into the woods
There we were, in Dougie's house. All nine of us in the small front room - sitting cross legged on the floor or propped up nonchalantly against walls with little ...
Posted by Gary on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 05:44:00 PST |
A poem far from finished |
HI All...here is a poem that i hope to add a lot more to and change (I would imagine) in the course of time, just wanted to see what people thought of it in its current state (I'm fishi...
Posted by Gary on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 11:19:00 PST |
