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StoryDarren agnelli112 years 11 months ago
StoryCup of Tea agnelli812 years 11 months ago
StoryConstant Velocity Joint agnelli112 years 11 months ago
StoryA: Internal Reflections in Gems agnelli012 years 11 months ago
CollectionNew poems agnelli012 years 11 months ago
Collection1st Smattering agnelli012 years 11 months ago
StoryWeeping In Front of Ducks agnelli513 years 1 month ago
StoryTwo Fascinations agnelli013 years 1 month ago
StoryStudy agnelli013 years 1 month ago
StoryLute Song (Lullaby) agnelli013 years 1 month ago
StoryI find myself in Cricklewood agnelli513 years 1 month ago
StoryI Cannot Speak Turkish agnelli013 years 1 month ago
StoryFollowing the first time agnelli013 years 1 month ago
StoryLast Weekend in Devon agnelli514 years 7 months ago
StorySpace maggyvaneijk2314 years 7 months ago
Storythe jazz hand strangler delapruch114 years 7 months ago
StoryFacebook agnelli1214 years 7 months ago
StoryLufthansa Flight LH3400 agnelli414 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Love Lie agnelli214 years 10 months ago
StoryEnantiodromia fromagreenhill214 years 10 months ago
StorySleepwalker Shieldsley214 years 10 months ago
StoryOstrobothnia agnelli315 years 2 months ago

My stories

A: Internal Reflections in Gems

I. Zircon, the Matara diamond, your glint is metamict; ancient artisans you never conned knew your mongrel spectrum, picked you out from grey-blue...

Lute Song (Lullaby)

A thorn-prick slow strumming shall lull you Into whooziness; then you shall Feel, not hear, the singer's breath Blow resonating finger-notes through...

Following the first time

Following the first time that we slept Entwined, I ceased to notice certain things. Jokes are still amusing, but there clings To every laugh a cold...
Cherry

I Cannot Speak Turkish

I cannot speak Turkish but yet, and for a moment at least we meet in a wordless no-mans' land and gag from the back of our throats.
Cherry

Two Fascinations

I. Leather suits you, fag smoke becomes you, haloes in a strange way. Other than that, you don't seem bound to much; your seasonal image wax-wains,...

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