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StoryThe Disciple john_silver215 years 7 months ago
StoryJesus mentality alonso071115 years 7 months ago
StoryInsomnia Luly Whisper215 years 8 months ago
StoryLightning Hairy Dan215 years 8 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Theatre john_silver416 years 5 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: The Wisdom of the Old john_silver416 years 9 months ago
StoryWhose Ark? jennifer716 years 10 months ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Silver john_silver416 years 10 months ago
StoryWel I know now... sonic_tonic116 years 10 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Merits john_silver316 years 10 months ago
StoryThirty Odd Years Myndstorm617 years 1 month ago
StoryFitzrovia in These Times poetjude417 years 1 month ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Coda john_silver317 years 1 month ago
StoryPinhole Photographer (for Justin) jennifer517 years 1 month ago
StorySnails on the Floor of Heaven jennifer217 years 2 months ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Enumeration john_silver317 years 2 months ago
StorySplit. indigogold617 years 2 months ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Sanctis john_silver317 years 2 months ago
StoryBefore I say I Love You MistakenMagic817 years 2 months ago
StoryHow to Fall hadley117 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville (re-edited) ralph417 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville ralph217 years 2 months ago

My stories

Thursday Sonnet: Becoming Spring (I)

This was my entry for the abctales competition, just adding it to my archive. :)
Cherry

Thursday Sonnet: Storm

Because the storm of love is raging On a chest too young to claim It has weathered storm and rain I build a house and, in it, staging Pantomimes of rigid bliss, I tell myself and tell myself
Cherry

Monday Sonnet: The Trial of the Mind

I do believe that I’m the only man Who’s sane upon this globe, and since we find It’s fact you’d have to have gone mad (or blind) Not to be mad in love with you, madam,

Thursday Sonnet: Thames Song

It’s pretty good a place, the Thames, to sit by And think of all the ills that time repairs When, laden with young love’s modest despairs, One smooths regret under an indifferent sky.

Monday Sonnet: Birds

Poe’s raven, from a tree, caws ‘Nevermore,’ While both the swans of Baudelaire and Yeats Are fighting to be monarchs of the lakes; Plus, Coleridge’s gull is seen to soar.

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