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Forum topicPenfriend from the Stars by Jack-Cade brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicSubmissions please! brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicLet's Close The Hotel by mcmanaman brighteyes112 years 11 months ago
Forum topicCitybuilding by MacJoyce brighteyes212 years 11 months ago
Forum topicEverybody Wants To Swim in the River by mcmanaman brighteyes112 years 11 months ago
Forum topic13 Ways of Writing Really Bad Poetry by Justifireball brighteyes1512 years 11 months ago
Forum topicPepsoid's 50 Worders brighteyes312 years 11 months ago
Forum topicExvermination by MacJoyce brighteyes312 years 11 months ago
Forum topicExvermination brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicThe Dissent by Lunajunk89 brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicAdvice For Balloons by spack brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicHere's One To Try by Jack-Cade brighteyes3312 years 11 months ago
Forum topicThings that are Early and Late by Span brighteyes412 years 11 months ago
Forum topicBalloons by Mcmanaman brighteyes112 years 11 months ago
Forum topicTim vs The Factoids brighteyes412 years 11 months ago
Forum topicGenerational Rangingness of Taste brighteyes3412 years 11 months ago
Forum topicFuseLit Rogue out now! Snarl contributions wanted! brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicRogue by mcmanaman brighteyes112 years 11 months ago
Forum topicA Reliable Narrator brighteyes512 years 11 months ago
Forum topicPrayer before bedding girl brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicAfter Auschwitz brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicSpack and the Ghazal brighteyes312 years 11 months ago
CollectionApril, come she will (NaPoWriMo 2008) brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
CollectionLunch Poems brighteyes012 years 11 months ago
CollectionApril - O Kneel! (NaPoWriMo 2007) brighteyes212 years 11 months ago

My stories

Monsters of London #1

They warn you it's coming, in dry, overhead tones, resigned, as if we could no more stop it than fashion bones into bedspreads. The ground shivers; mini scout rumbles

Contra Natura

We don't all want to. We don't slaver and shiver at the prospect. I know you've been told by a thorough cross-section of media and mates that to offer it once is to snag us for life, as if
Cherry

Content and Container

Plain fucking awful, this propless play. Such advances: anatomically correct plugs, cosmetically tested lube, booting spit or piss and fist or microphone and broom into space. And we lie here:

A Damaged Piano

The Sinatra grin of a new baby grand, buffed with chamois, or kid and a kiss, the lid a freshly snown-on hillside, my fingers ski-ing on its gloss, that's it, and by God, nothing else.
Cherry

Candida

Call off the multi-billion dollar hunt for slivers of Martian ice, for abductees and floating rings of lights. The aliens are in my cunt. Inexplicable ectoplasm,

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