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Lynne Parkin

The Room

By Lynne ParkinĀ  The room, square in shape, had two alcoves, one on either side of the chimney breast and open fireplace. The flocked wallpaper and the large worsted rug had their true colours stolen through wear and tear and... Continue Reading →

Parker Street

by Lynne Parkin and D. M. O'Connor Damian The day of the street party had finally arrived. Poppy Lewis was dressed immaculately, with the assistance of her partner Avril Jones. "You do look rather fetching, Poppy," complimented Avril. "Well, let's... Continue Reading →

I Am

by Lynne Parkin I am light, I am dark, I am love, I am hate, I reduce my men to tears Then skinless bones. They deserve the futile banter And the hung drawn and quarter; Time of dread and loathing... Continue Reading →

Covent Garden

by Lynne Parkin The voices of yesteryear mingle with today's, The smiles on empty faces have evolved; You watch the colours fading like an old rug by the hearth, The vintage pots like sugar cubes melt away. The sounds of... Continue Reading →

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