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StoryCounting backwards from ten amlee312 years 6 days ago
StoryCONVERSATIONS WITH MY FATHER amlee012 years 6 days ago
StoryConversations with my Tom Tom (II) amlee012 years 6 days ago
StoryConversations with my Tom Tom (I) amlee412 years 6 days ago
StoryConfetti Confessions : the unquiet thoughts of a quiet wedding guest amlee012 years 6 days ago
StoryComing King? amlee212 years 6 days ago
StoryCherchez la femme amlee212 years 1 week ago
StoryCeaseless Wanderer amlee212 years 1 week ago
StoryCan I trust amlee212 years 1 week ago
StoryBroken Record amlee012 years 1 week ago
StoryBENCH amlee512 years 1 week ago
StoryBeheld amlee1112 years 1 week ago
StoryBarefoot on Broken Glass amlee112 years 1 week ago
StoryAutumn Waits amlee812 years 1 week ago
StoryAnd then there was nothing amlee212 years 1 week ago
StoryAbbey Love amlee312 years 1 week ago
StoryA Walk in the Woods amlee412 years 1 week ago
StoryA Private Grief amlee1212 years 1 week ago
StoryA Minor Adjustment amlee012 years 1 week ago
StoryA Birthday Offering amlee412 years 1 week ago
StoryA Chinese Wife: "Follow" amlee412 years 1 week ago
StoryA Chinese Wife: Conversations over a soy sauce dish amlee312 years 1 week ago
CollectionSpinning a yarn amlee012 years 1 week ago
CollectionTales of the unexpected amlee012 years 1 week ago
CollectionAndrée's poems amlee012 years 1 week ago

My stories

Cherry

All My Saturdays

How I loathe bright mornings rude elbowing in on my long bad Friday nights sunny-side-uppety blinders sneaking through the pane of my solitary...
Cherry

Edge People

Edge people stand outside looking in having been inside looking out Edge people don't like boxes to tick to lock to file and block from memory Edge...
Gold cherry

Stormy Days and Windy Nights

Did you hear the wind, howling like a wounded tiger last night? It sent me in my half sleep deeper snuggled into my blankets, cowering in only a half...

Patch

My name is Patch. I like to latch onto trees, or your leg if I please. Sometimes I fling, full-bodied, to cling on a lamp post like a white ghost at...
Cherry

Bruit Blanc

I am seashell curling infinitely inward upon myself, mother of pearl sheen beneath frosting gleam of a heartless Perigee moon. And I hum in wretched...

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