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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Dearly Beloved | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Confused | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Cleansing | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Class | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Cassady Died | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Can You Tell Me Why | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Cadillac Saturday Morning | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Blame it on My Youth | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Being afflicted with myopia | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Away from the Precipice | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | At Summer's End | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | At Play in the Cemetary | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Applauding with Finger Clicks | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Answered Prayers | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | All Used Up | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Albino Butterfly | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Again His Words | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | After Two Years of Marital Bliss | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | A Quarrel of Dark | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | A Day at the Hospital | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Places Alone | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Collection | Extra's | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Collection | Aging and Other Infirmities | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Collection | Beat Poetry | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Collection | Love, Life and Landscapes | bobbiego | 0 | 10 years 9 months ago |
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There are no overs
His degree from the University of Lower Living is showing on his face as he is still too afraid to embrace his moral responsibility.
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- 610 reads
Free Fall in Crimson
Her clothes hang on her as if on a limp coat hanger. She is the scarecrow of her own soul.
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- 630 reads
Answered Prayers
How dare he take away my nightly conversations with God?
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- 842 reads
Roxie Hides in Amish Country with Phoebe, Yippee and a Bottle of Black Ink
She loved the stories of the dark barns with canopies of tobacco leaves hanging in their furthest recesses, as they reminded her of herself curing in the hidden sanctuary of simplicity.
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- 836 reads
NOT SO BRIEF BROOKLYN RANTINGS
NOT SO BRIEF BROOKLYN RANTINGS A reply to Diana di Prima's Brief Wyoming Meditation
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- 856 reads