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StoryTwelve Plastic Chairs (1/2) Lem311 months 2 weeks ago
StoryTwelve Plastic Chairs (2/2) Lem311 months 3 weeks ago
StoryFoulweather Friends Lem82 years 7 months ago
Blog entryREADING EVENT - THANK YOU! insertponceyfre...223 years 2 months ago
Blog entry'Feeding the Sea' by ABCTales writer Lem insertponceyfre...23 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Vessel Overflows Lem63 years 9 months ago
StoryTHIRTY YEARS YOUNG Lem44 years 6 months ago
StoryBlack Night Sonnet Lem24 years 6 months ago
StoryMy Good Mood Lem34 years 6 months ago
StoryTales from the Psych Ward - Part 1 Lem156 years 1 month ago
StoryI Appreciate The Daisies Lem46 years 4 months ago
StoryGirls Lem07 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Well Lem07 years 5 months ago
StoryHappy You Have Her Lem07 years 10 months ago
StorySummer Storm Lem38 years 1 day ago
StoryLife Lines Lem28 years 3 days ago
StoryMy Words Will Not Be Tamed Lem18 years 10 months ago
StoryThoughts from the 29th Floor Lem09 years 3 weeks ago
StoryShe Does Not Want Our Pity Lem19 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFor Your Sake Lem09 years 2 months ago
StoryFade Lem09 years 2 months ago
StoryNadir Lem09 years 3 months ago
Story25 Lem09 years 3 months ago
StoryFragile Lem19 years 3 months ago
StorySleep Is For The Weak Lem19 years 3 months ago

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Twelve Plastic Chairs (2/2)

A big brash man with a deep organic tan clumps in, shod in work boots. He drops his bulk into a mid-row seat with a force that makes its legs screech...
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Twelve Plastic Chairs (1/2)

The messages keep piling up in my inbox, a smattering of love across social media. How are you doing? Hey, let’s Skype! Saw this and thought of you...
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Foulweather Friends

It is six minutes to twelve when I arrive at the psychiatric outpatient clinic. It is almost mid-December. The florist at the end of my street is...
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Poem of the week

The Vessel Overflows

Sadness lives in my shoulders. I have long housed it there, as worry chose the stomach for itself. There isn’t much of me, my mortal shell. Five feet...
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THIRTY YEARS YOUNG

When I got back to Frankfurt after the Christmas holidays, I sat down at my desk – only the second piece of flat-pack furniture I’d ever assembled,...
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