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StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 9 blighters rock16 years 1 week ago
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StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 6 blighters rock56 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Rock celticman66 years 2 weeks ago
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StoryWe Split The Dalis bosch66 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBefore Redressing bosch26 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (3-4) bosch46 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Message In A Bottle bosch66 years 1 month ago
StoryTHE GIRL IN THE TREE Alice Hamilton56 years 1 month ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (8 After) bosch06 years 1 month ago
StoryWhy I Live Alone bosch146 years 1 month ago
Story2. The Box chant86 years 10 months ago
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StoryWe Split the Dalis bosch07 years 5 months ago
StoryCardinal, Female bosch07 years 5 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (1-2) bosch48 years 4 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (5-6) bosch08 years 4 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (7/8) bosch58 years 5 months ago
StoryWhy I Live Alone bosch38 years 5 months ago
StoryIn the Garden Room Bee228 years 7 months ago
Story11. Scholomance chant49 years 1 month ago

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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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