‘Be careful what you pack’ my daughter warned her voice the colour of bruised damsons a battered suitcase yawned on the bed gulping...

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 Since the revolution 
 flowers have expanded.
 Goats have invaded and continue to advance. The wild birds sing to the tamed trees:
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KRAKOW Grey over the Vistula the mist came in, Spring still struggling to show some colour. Yet we could see how, in colour, Krakow ...

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(After an eyewitness account by Dr Tatsuichiro Akizuki) At 10.30 the siren sounded, at 11 o’clock the all-clear. Sticking a needle into...

Doubled by her child your child spoiled shop soiled sex machined for soul- less soldiers invaded knocked up battered. Your child...

Mary Smith is a poet, novelist and journalist living in the south west of Scotland and working in both English and Scots. She spent ten...

bugle notes intone the hundred millionth earthly post commemorating how easily men who would not wish to be enemies become cannon...