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StoryYou Were Good bosch011 years 8 months ago
StoryPolitic bosch411 years 8 months ago
StoryD-Somewhere in Tennessee bosch012 years 9 months ago
StoryC-A Ceiling Bas-relief bosch012 years 9 months ago
StoryButter bosch612 years 9 months ago
StoryB-Your Green Eyes bosch012 years 9 months ago
StoryB-Gulf bosch012 years 9 months ago
StoryAutumnal bosch012 years 9 months ago
Story9 Months Divorced bosch012 years 9 months ago
CollectionA BOY'S FACE WITH SWAN WINGS bosch012 years 9 months ago
CollectionYES, YOU bosch012 years 9 months ago
CollectionSELF-PORTRAIT bosch012 years 9 months ago
StoryZ-Endings bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryWe are Here at the Pleasure of Society bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryPersonal Ad bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryRefinements bosch012 years 10 months ago
StorySelf Portrait bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryR-Doe bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryQ-Passage bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryM-Married bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryU-Tomatoes bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryR-Bait bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryS-For Swep, A Hug bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryPawpaw: July 1935 bosch012 years 10 months ago
StoryOwl bosch012 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

A Message In A Bottle

A wicker rocker, on my screen porch. Black coffee, until it is light enough to see A crossword puzzle. Blue jays, As many as five raucous in a big...

Why I Live Alone

I live alone in a big house With Erin's cat, Mr. P. When she died, two years ago, He was an ornery fourteen. I drive out to the cemetery A few times...
Cherry

For S., 8 Poems (8 After)

Red bison, black stags, frozen In fire light on a cave wall. And, beneath the gallery, there, Not together, a blonde woman, A dark-eyed man. This...
Cherry

For S., 8 Poems (7/8)

7 WHEN WE'RE GONE I wish you hadn't deleted The 600+ messages we shared, Cavafy, koans, fiesty sex. I smiled, laughed out loud At your puns, double...
Cherry

For S., 8 Poems (5-6)

5 UNDERSTANDING New Year's Eve, Taos You slipped into the study, I followed, locking the door. Your sarong shucked up, Hazel eyes, serene, oval face...

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