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Small Measure of Freedom

Small Measure of Freedom

A Poem by Eda


The image of my late grandfather floating on top of the ocean for what seemed like an hour
IF HOURS WERE BULLETS

IF HOURS WERE BULLETS

A Story by Elise Anton


How are YOU living this hour?
BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD

BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD

A Story by Elise Anton


The trials and tribulations of a mother and son...
BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD: PART 2

BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD: PART 2

A Story by Elise Anton


Following on from our Herculean efforts in part 1, we are still knee deep in it. With an added twist too.
BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD: PART 3

BUREAUCRACY IS IDIOCRASY GONE MAD: PART 3

A Story by Elise Anton


It ends. No it doesn't. I finally give up.
Hours

Hours

A Poem by LonelyWanderer


I know every 10pm that sings the lullabies, And 11 that shall always be for the bit of naughtier one- And midnight struck for good disciplines,..
Zero

Zero

A Poem by Genesis Calvo


Loving you 18,542,900,987 Hugging you 18,542,800,987 Kissing you 17,642,800,957 Feeling you 15,939,168,435 Trying 11,938,574,482 Caring 5,9..
Reflections

Reflections

A Poem by G.W. Saitreux


steal this poem
Necrosis

Necrosis

A Poem by Recherche


Necrosis is my latest work consisting currently of LVII poems (a work in progress)...Necrosis is about waxing and waning from a Childhood's hour thro..
Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

A Story by Jostein Kasse


Titch was a year older than myself. We were together in primary school at Jerry Clay Lane, Junior and Infants, in Wrenthorpe village.I remember that I..
Holy Thursday

Holy Thursday

A Story by Jostein Kasse


After six months in room number seven Marshway Hostel which was run by English Churches Housing Group I was provided with a flat to rent on their gro..
Blue Lines

Blue Lines

A Story by Jostein Kasse


Juliet entered the hallway of Marshway House hostel. I could see her through the windows of the TV lounge where I was sitting with two girls from Fe..
The Within

The Within

A Poem by Recherche


we were from darkness, thrive in darkness and end in such
Neuro-Reality

Neuro-Reality

A Chapter by Jostein Kasse


Before Bob appeared from nowhere as I walked out of the Riding's centre I was doing just fine, I was doing alright.It was 2003 and in the background..
If A Red Squirrel Could Speak

If A Red Squirrel Could Speak

A Chapter by Jostein Kasse


David Bowie's ethos can be summarised in a child's game; "I'm the king of the castle, and you're the dirty rascal".He sings, "I was living like a kin..
Take Me!

Take Me!

A Poem by Recherche


the pinning ...
More than it should

More than it should

A Poem by Ishwar Grewal


When you are overwhelmed with the emotion of love.

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