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StoryCounting backwards from ten amlee313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCONVERSATIONS WITH MY FATHER amlee013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryConversations with my Tom Tom (II) amlee013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryConversations with my Tom Tom (I) amlee413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryConfetti Confessions : the unquiet thoughts of a quiet wedding guest amlee013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryComing King? amlee213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCherchez la femme amlee213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCeaseless Wanderer amlee213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCan I trust amlee213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBroken Record amlee013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBENCH amlee513 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBeheld amlee1113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBarefoot on Broken Glass amlee113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAutumn Waits amlee813 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAnd then there was nothing amlee213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAbbey Love amlee313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Walk in the Woods amlee413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Private Grief amlee1213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Minor Adjustment amlee013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Birthday Offering amlee413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Chinese Wife: "Follow" amlee413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Chinese Wife: Conversations over a soy sauce dish amlee313 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionSpinning a yarn amlee013 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionTales of the unexpected amlee013 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionAndrée's poems amlee013 years 2 weeks 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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