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StoryThe Disciple john_silver215 years 11 months ago
StoryJesus mentality alonso071116 years 12 hours ago
StoryInsomnia Luly Whisper216 years 2 days ago
StoryLightning Hairy Dan216 years 1 week ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Theatre john_silver416 years 9 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: The Wisdom of the Old john_silver417 years 1 month ago
StoryWhose Ark? jennifer717 years 2 months ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Silver john_silver417 years 2 months ago
StoryWel I know now... sonic_tonic117 years 2 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Merits john_silver317 years 2 months ago
StoryThirty Odd Years Myndstorm617 years 5 months ago
StoryFitzrovia in These Times poetjude417 years 5 months ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Coda john_silver317 years 5 months ago
StoryPinhole Photographer (for Justin) jennifer517 years 6 months ago
StorySnails on the Floor of Heaven jennifer217 years 6 months ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Enumeration john_silver317 years 6 months ago
StorySplit. indigogold617 years 6 months ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Sanctis john_silver317 years 6 months ago
StoryBefore I say I Love You MistakenMagic817 years 6 months ago
StoryHow to Fall hadley117 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville (re-edited) ralph417 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville ralph217 years 6 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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