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Little Brown Jug
How to weave twelve items into a story
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- 488 reads
Asta
We have the strength to do anything... Just realize that we can't do it alone...
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- 671 reads
I Feel Her Rhythm
Full consciousness
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- 651 reads
Despite What I Say
To the light that left but returned brighter...
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- 650 reads
Empty
It's only possbile to do so much in the time we're given... dream of what you can't do.
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- 613 reads
February
Spring is on the way. The joy of new growth envelopes our psychi prompting cheer and hope. At last the day's lengthen and come alive assisting our...
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- 799 reads
My Valentine is...
Tall and slim. Witty and charming. Sexy and alluring. Astute and generous. Collected and together with t-shirts and smiles! My love and my dreams, my...
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- 650 reads
Industrial Illness.
For All Miners.
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- 825 reads
Surfacing
A drive North, to clear out the past...
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- 930 reads
Surfacing
A drive North, to clear out the past...
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- 948 reads
Lines In The Snow
Are you travelling in a straight line or a circle
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- 677 reads
Muse
Butterfly lands on a fat man dancing, soaks through with sweat and sticks to his back. A fat man naked bounces yellow rolls, whirls for the crowd and...
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- 705 reads
Flowers
Watered soil of needy chords loving it's depth to give this away to a glass bowl of humid sky, tired of hooks and moving claws rending and pulling in...
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- 674 reads
Paternal Cinquain
Clearly it's over now. we talked, I lied, you died and I dream about you shouting. Easy.
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- 743 reads
Gaunilo was a monk.
I'm taken with Gaunilo but my stomach heaves when he hitches up his cassock and springs into motion. Thin, hairy legs and much too pail, bringing on...
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- 829 reads
Zeno's best friend.
In the warmth of May I learn to breathe and I part, with regret from the hibernation of intent. When I'm reintroduced to Gravity, the boy with the...
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- 855 reads
Memory, distressed and focussed
A rose I squeeze, to be. Bleeding ignored, eyes focused on the beautiful days the petals surely had.
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- 736 reads