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StoryDarren agnelli112 years 2 months ago
StoryCup of Tea agnelli812 years 2 months ago
StoryConstant Velocity Joint agnelli112 years 2 months ago
StoryA: Internal Reflections in Gems agnelli012 years 2 months ago
CollectionNew poems agnelli012 years 2 months ago
Collection1st Smattering agnelli012 years 2 months ago
StoryWeeping In Front of Ducks agnelli512 years 4 months ago
StoryTwo Fascinations agnelli012 years 4 months ago
StoryStudy agnelli012 years 4 months ago
StoryLute Song (Lullaby) agnelli012 years 4 months ago
StoryI find myself in Cricklewood agnelli512 years 4 months ago
StoryI Cannot Speak Turkish agnelli012 years 4 months ago
StoryFollowing the first time agnelli012 years 4 months ago
StoryLast Weekend in Devon agnelli513 years 10 months ago
StorySpace maggyvaneijk2313 years 10 months ago
Storythe jazz hand strangler delapruch113 years 10 months ago
StoryFacebook agnelli1213 years 10 months ago
StoryLufthansa Flight LH3400 agnelli413 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Love Lie agnelli214 years 1 month ago
StoryEnantiodromia fromagreenhill214 years 1 month ago
StorySleepwalker Shieldsley214 years 1 month ago
StoryOstrobothnia agnelli314 years 5 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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