john_silver

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StoryThe Disciple john_silver215 years 3 months ago
StoryJesus mentality alonso071115 years 4 months ago
StoryInsomnia Luly Whisper215 years 4 months ago
StoryLightning Hairy Dan215 years 5 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Theatre john_silver416 years 2 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: The Wisdom of the Old john_silver416 years 6 months ago
StoryWhose Ark? jennifer716 years 6 months ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Silver john_silver416 years 6 months ago
StoryWel I know now... sonic_tonic116 years 6 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Merits john_silver316 years 6 months ago
StoryThirty Odd Years Myndstorm616 years 10 months ago
StoryFitzrovia in These Times poetjude416 years 10 months ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Coda john_silver316 years 10 months ago
StoryPinhole Photographer (for Justin) jennifer516 years 10 months ago
StorySnails on the Floor of Heaven jennifer216 years 10 months ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Enumeration john_silver316 years 11 months ago
StorySplit. indigogold616 years 11 months ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Sanctis john_silver316 years 11 months ago
StoryBefore I say I Love You MistakenMagic816 years 11 months ago
StoryHow to Fall hadley116 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville (re-edited) ralph416 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville ralph216 years 11 months ago

My stories

Tuesday Sonnet: Theatre

It’s funny how, now they’re demolishing The theatre, it should reap such great success: There’s crowds, there’s shoves – a rally to be witness! I only walk as though abolishing
Cherry

Tuesday Sonnet: The Wisdom of the Old

I know not of the wisdom of the old. I do not even know who called it that: Perhaps an old man, mumbling where he sat – Which means it’s vanity. Or was it told
Cherry

Friday Sonnet: Silver

No wine these grapes of hurt set free, No coin is bartered for their taste: my lover, My friend, you do no longer look at me… The forging of my fantasies is over:
Cherry

Tuesday Sonnet: Merits

I love the way you speak of sadness as A gift that none of us deserves, like we Had not done work enough to find its tree And pluck its fruits (these our tradition has

Thursday Sonnet: Becoming Spring (II)

Ditto per below, part II of the same thing

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