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StorySometimes jennifer19 years 6 months ago
StoryConfessions Before Leaving JamesF29 years 6 months ago
StorySolitude MarciaMarcia79 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Silent Witness seashore289 years 7 months ago
Storywaiting MarciaMarcia99 years 8 months ago
StoryThoughts of Gerald --- October fifth MarciaMarcia29 years 8 months ago
StoryPass...#2 MarciaMarcia79 years 8 months ago
StoryJoanie's Poem MarciaMarcia59 years 8 months ago
Blog entryBee's Journey. Sad News insertponceyfre...299 years 8 months ago
StorySpringwatch! Rhiannonw129 years 10 months ago
StoryLethe Sim79 years 10 months ago
StoryShe had not aged well lavadis99 years 10 months ago
StoryAmidst A Squall MarciaMarcia09 years 10 months ago
StoryFine Bee2210 years 2 months ago
Story"The Cob Will Have Nowhere To Live" Children's Chapter Book MarciaMarcia1110 years 2 months ago
StoryDoubt is my mistress lavadis1610 years 2 months ago
StoryLike What We Was Bee2310 years 2 months ago
Story"The Cob Will Have Nowhere To Live" Children's Chapter Book MarciaMarcia1910 years 2 months ago
Story"The Cob Will Have Nowhere To Live" Children's Chapter Book MarciaMarcia610 years 2 months ago
Story"Here....." ( A Poet Answers "The Walker" by Bee) MarciaMarcia310 years 3 months ago
StoryA mouse in a world of cats lavadis410 years 3 months ago
StoryDays Like These Silver Spun Sand810 years 3 months ago
StoryPass... MarciaMarcia310 years 3 months ago
StoryThis Isn't a Dummy Run... Silver Spun Sand1610 years 3 months ago
StoryYou Penny4athought310 years 3 months ago

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My stories

“of a piece “

Of a Piece by MarciaMarcia a finished piece of writing is distanced from its author’s heart it’s architect’s mind It's maker’s hand quietly words...

a fork in the road. IP. By MarciaMarcia

A Fork in The Road Inspiration point do we not live many lifetimes in the one where perhaps ninety springs of buds become blossomed summer’s piece...
Cherry

stuff of life ip

2 reads stuff of life by Marcia Marcia from earth’s mantle churning molten stellar dust in mineral fissure folds move fire hot liquid upward thrust...

The Breach

The Breach one’s threads become unwound, unglued, off paced, unleveled ground and searching viewed through vision's skew in silence cause synapses...

my child...my D..o..r..o..th..y

my child...my Dorothy #2 enfolding...held within love’s celestial floating echoes entwined...muffled hearts beating time within time... through time...

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