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StoryDarren agnelli113 years 3 months ago
StoryCup of Tea agnelli813 years 3 months ago
StoryConstant Velocity Joint agnelli113 years 3 months ago
StoryA: Internal Reflections in Gems agnelli013 years 3 months ago
CollectionNew poems agnelli013 years 3 months ago
Collection1st Smattering agnelli013 years 3 months ago
StoryWeeping In Front of Ducks agnelli513 years 5 months ago
StoryTwo Fascinations agnelli013 years 5 months ago
StoryStudy agnelli013 years 5 months ago
StoryLute Song (Lullaby) agnelli013 years 5 months ago
StoryI find myself in Cricklewood agnelli513 years 5 months ago
StoryI Cannot Speak Turkish agnelli013 years 5 months ago
StoryFollowing the first time agnelli013 years 5 months ago
StoryLast Weekend in Devon agnelli514 years 11 months ago
StorySpace maggyvaneijk2314 years 11 months ago
Storythe jazz hand strangler delapruch114 years 11 months ago
StoryFacebook agnelli1214 years 11 months ago
StoryLufthansa Flight LH3400 agnelli415 years 4 days ago
StoryThe Love Lie agnelli215 years 2 months ago
StoryEnantiodromia fromagreenhill215 years 2 months ago
StorySleepwalker Shieldsley215 years 2 months ago
StoryOstrobothnia agnelli315 years 6 months ago

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My stories

Last Weekend in Devon

Moving through the gentle breast-like undulations Of this grassed lushland, Damp to the red earth that smells of healthy holidays, One feels one’s eyes begin to open wider
Cherry

Facebook

They say no man is an island But Browsing bruised among the status updates Tags and wallposts, well-located namechecks Furling forward like a procurator’s scroll

Lufthansa Flight LH3400

Food at altitude Is not good. A tiny gherkin lurking Amid a hash of cold kartoffel (Looking a little bit penile) Smiles at this distressed diner, While, by its side A shrunken frankenfurter,
Cherry

Darren

I know a guy called Darren who welds Steel to steel, in a coursing arc of superheated gas Mingling atoms in a spark storm And making strength happen.

The Love Lie

With eyes of jade you made that fatal offer As we lay low, close clung And strung out by complexities. I shouldn’t have believed, but you flashed true, clear,

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