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StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 9 blighters rock17 years 4 months ago
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StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 6 blighters rock57 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Rock celticman67 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 5 blighters rock67 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 3 blighters rock67 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 2 blighters rock87 years 5 months ago
StoryWe Split The Dalis bosch67 years 5 months ago
StoryBefore Redressing bosch27 years 5 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (3-4) bosch47 years 5 months ago
StoryA Message In A Bottle bosch67 years 5 months ago
StoryTHE GIRL IN THE TREE Alice Hamilton57 years 5 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (8 After) bosch07 years 5 months ago
StoryWhy I Live Alone bosch147 years 5 months ago
Story2. The Box chant88 years 2 months ago
Story5. The Bite chant48 years 2 months ago
StoryWe Split the Dalis bosch08 years 10 months ago
StoryCardinal, Female bosch08 years 10 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (1-2) bosch49 years 8 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (5-6) bosch09 years 8 months ago
StoryFor S., 8 Poems (7/8) bosch59 years 9 months ago
StoryWhy I Live Alone bosch39 years 10 months ago
StoryIn the Garden Room Bee2210 years 5 days ago
Story11. Scholomance chant410 years 5 months ago

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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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