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StoryIn the Garden Room Bee2210 years 8 months ago
Story11. Scholomance chant411 years 1 month ago
Story13. Here chant411 years 1 month ago
Story14. Poetic licence chant211 years 1 month ago
Story15. The Vision chant211 years 1 month ago
Story23. Taken chant211 years 1 month ago
Story24. The Trial chant1211 years 1 month ago
Story25. John Doe chant211 years 1 month ago
Story26. Turning point chant211 years 1 month ago
StoryThese I Have Loved Silver Spun Sand811 years 1 month ago
StoryRoom Six - Tooting Bec Asylum...1982 Silver Spun Sand611 years 2 months ago
StoryGirl Watching Goldfish Silver Spun Sand1011 years 2 months ago
StoryYour Massage bosch411 years 2 months ago
Story7. No-man’s-land chant611 years 2 months ago
Story12. Man-that-was chant811 years 2 months ago
Story10. N43 chant211 years 2 months ago
Story8. Night in chant411 years 3 months ago
Story6. The Seduction chant611 years 3 months ago
Story4. Panic chant1411 years 3 months ago
Story3. The Plot chant611 years 3 months ago
Story1. L'heure verte chant611 years 3 months ago
Story9. Social call chant411 years 3 months ago
StoryUnderstanding bosch1611 years 3 months ago
StoryThis Morning, 5/5/03 bosch011 years 7 months ago
StoryI'VE BEEN DOWN SO LONG IT LOOKS LIKE UP TO ME bosch011 years 7 months ago

My stories

Messages (revised)

Z. wrote a poem about a man Who sat not to write poems But to message with the world. She, of course, nailed it. I did an interview for the local...
Cherry

Curtains Drawn

Shucking her tee shirt, She takes him first In fist, then in teasing mouth. She enjoys her power. He tenses, his back arches. Smiling she has...
Cherry

We Split The Dalis

She got Chagall's Cirque Soleil. I got the four Friedlaenders. We split the Dalis', Helen of Troy And Kissing Grapes, with its glittered Angel, bough...

Before Redressing

You asked me to use Capsaicin on a crusty place On the nape of your neck. Naked on bed's edge You pushed up, held your hair As I applied the cream...

Banshee

Reading my poems in London. A woman in a dark cowl the front row. I'm sharing words that are colors, feelings, like mescaline, The reading is ending...

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