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StoryHear still fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryIn Safeways Between Two Smiles fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryGoing without natural light fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryHeart is a rented room fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryIn answer fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryGroping for words about H's demo tape fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryE) I am fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryFoggy Sunday (Dec !) fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryDown fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryE is for emotion fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryFailing To Think About Trees..............11 fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryDifferent Kinds Of Music....................10 fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryEscaping to between........................22 fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryFor A Mark Of Kindness fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryEvening Out fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryFree fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryDown In The Woods fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago
StoryEthics fey_mouse012 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Vase............................................18

I wouldn't pick flowers, but, you hand me a vase; beautiful it was - days pass for hours through its glass. So carefully I took it, and, wondering...
Cherry

Jarring Emptiness.............................14

In the garden air simmers. Under the bright tight fitting saucepan lid sky. bruised raspberries lie, meltsoft sweetsharp jewel juices ooze veins wasp...
Cherry

Different Kinds Of Music....................10

On the internet I'd told you I sang all the time: out of tune - songs you don't like. Asking me to stay the night, you'd said we could each have our...
Cherry

Let Me Tell You Now It Is Too Late.......17

Beached on an opposite chair separated by the misunderstanding silence: sand which fills my mouth, blows to your ears I knew I should have said...
Cherry

Just Two Photographs

I took just two photographs of you, thought when you'd gone looking at them would be like trying to track your warmth from a frost glossy print; that...

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