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StoryCleopatra Bathes in Milk poet_hawtin310 years 9 months ago
StoryDance on The Graves of The Dead poet_hawtin110 years 9 months ago
StoryBirthday Wishes poet_hawtin110 years 9 months ago
StoryAnthem For The Disenfranchised poet_hawtin010 years 9 months ago
StoryAfter The Bombs Fall poet_hawtin010 years 9 months ago
StoryWhen We Dance poet_hawtin010 years 10 months ago
StoryTo His Bold Mistress poet_hawtin110 years 10 months ago
StoryLove's Young Brother poet_hawtin110 years 10 months ago
StoryMad Dog Revival poet_hawtin110 years 10 months ago
StoryMachinery poet_hawtin110 years 10 months ago
StoryNo Clocks poet_hawtin310 years 10 months ago
StoryThat Great Longing poet_hawtin010 years 10 months ago
StoryTrue Longing poet_hawtin110 years 10 months ago
StoryRudderless World poet_hawtin010 years 10 months ago
Storyself immolation poet_hawtin010 years 10 months ago
StoryImmigrant Night poet_hawtin110 years 10 months ago
StoryImperfectly Perfect poet_hawtin010 years 10 months ago
StoryI am Silent Joy poet_hawtin010 years 10 months ago
StoryGeometry poet_hawtin010 years 10 months ago
StoryDouble-Crossed poet_hawtin010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Rumour Mill poet_hawtin112 years 2 months ago
StoryPremonition of Civil War poet_hawtin212 years 2 months ago
StoryNo Epilogues poet_hawtin212 years 11 months ago
StoryForever Alone (Chapters 1-4) Leno216 years 1 month ago

My stories

To His Bold Mistress

Come into my room and let us fuck like lizards, let us fuck like they did before the world was made; inventing and reinventing our bodies, redrawing the blueprints in bed sheets and candle wax,

Birthday Wishes

A drink to your health and beauty as I lose myself, once again, in a glass filled with as much wine as it will hold. From glass to bottle, bottle to bottle, unheard. Your ears awash

Love's Young Brother

It’s so sad to think of the bother we had put ourselves through to keep our raft afloat, to keep our fling in motion, to keep Love’s young brother alive, like some twisted Frankenfucker,

Mad Dog Revival

Every time I see you it tears me apart like a mad dog-sans-muzzle because I know that “Goodbye” has to be said, and saying “Goodbye” seems to misplace pieces of heart,

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