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StoryThe Disciple john_silver216 years 6 months ago
StoryJesus mentality alonso071116 years 7 months ago
StoryInsomnia Luly Whisper216 years 7 months ago
StoryLightning Hairy Dan216 years 7 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Theatre john_silver417 years 4 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: The Wisdom of the Old john_silver417 years 9 months ago
StoryWhose Ark? jennifer717 years 9 months ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Silver john_silver417 years 9 months ago
StoryWel I know now... sonic_tonic117 years 9 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Merits john_silver317 years 9 months ago
StoryThirty Odd Years Myndstorm618 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFitzrovia in These Times poetjude418 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Coda john_silver318 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPinhole Photographer (for Justin) jennifer518 years 1 month ago
StorySnails on the Floor of Heaven jennifer218 years 1 month ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Enumeration john_silver318 years 1 month ago
StorySplit. indigogold618 years 1 month ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Sanctis john_silver318 years 1 month ago
StoryBefore I say I Love You MistakenMagic818 years 1 month ago
StoryHow to Fall hadley118 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville (re-edited) ralph418 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville ralph218 years 2 months ago

My stories

Thursday Sonnet: Canticle of Cartago

Cartago is Latin for Carthage, in case you're wondering.
Cherry

Monday Sonnet: Coda

That's it. There's no more sonnets. You change place. And I will be your Cyrano no more, There will be no more calling you 'Your Grace,' No speech, no other witty metaphor.
Cherry

Thursday Sonnet: Song of Treasures

Acknowledgements to Neil Gaiman's Sandman issue #6 for the sentence which originally inspired this poem.

Sunday Sonnet: Eulogy

Extraordinary being, tender light Of clemency by which my pen is writing, Hand, blessed, that guides my path out of the night, And heals this chest, and calms this spirit's fighting,
Cherry

Monday Sonnet: TS

A different kind of failure, Eliot said Of poetry – and won the Nobel prize. He preached humility, so no surprise. Hence, from under the shadow of his red

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