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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

Friday Sonnet: Enumeration

How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love you like a camel loves his humps, Like photos love their image, like bumpcars bumps, Like cowboys cows. I love you just like gays
Cherry

Monday Sonnet: Sanctis

Damn lack of italics. Sanctis is meant to be italicised in the poem.

Thursday Sonnet: Proverb

Whoever reads this first could you please explain to me how I'm supposed to italicize words in this format? Plus: Acknowledgement to Yatzee Croshaw for a joke.

Monday Sonnet: Pebble's Lament

If I’d been born a pebble by the shore, My life would be significantly easier. Were I in love, I wouldn’t try to please her With sonnets; I’d sleep flat; I could ignore

Thursday Sonnet: Canto

Before the tree that is the root of every Story bled an apple from its boughs, The words I speak to you were made of ivory, Unsullied by my tides of Whys and Hows.

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