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StoryUnknowing the-real-jaw16 months 5 days ago
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StoryCookie Tin the-real-jaw07 months 4 weeks ago
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StoryWhat Does She See? the-real-jaw08 months 1 week ago
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StoryAfter He Did What He Was Always Gonna Do the-real-jaw19 months 3 days ago
StoryBlack-Collar Worker the-real-jaw09 months 1 week ago
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StoryExhaling Stars the-real-jaw810 months 1 week ago
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StoryThe Thief & The Thief the-real-jaw310 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Man Who Was Allergic to Himself (Pt. II) the-real-jaw410 months 3 weeks ago
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StoryApart the-real-jaw011 months 1 week ago
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StoryIt Had Been a Long Exorcism the-real-jaw31 year 1 week ago

My stories

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Unknowing

Audio My enlightenment began as a mute explosion of colors but multiplied into the dazzling panes of a deck of mirrors; what seemed transparent was...
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Spider Season

Audio Eight-eyed airmen parachuted at twilight into our garden of good evil. It was spider season, and he & I roamed fairytale streets,...
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Poem of the week

In Winter

Audio In winter I shut the windows and seal the bright noise; I breathe old air, and the birds become strangers, and my head a stifled womb in no...
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The Hairy Cross That Bears Itself

Audio God and I broke up when I was eleven; I didn’t like the way he talked to me. Religion is the curse laid on the living by the dead. So now it’s...
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Cookie Tin

Water snakes hiss in the walls. The day ruffles its frigid blue pages until I peel myself from bed to harvest a few shards of light from the horizons...

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