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StoryZ) I am markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryY) Siren markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryWish You Were Here markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryZ) drifting markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryV) urinal markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryWords Melt markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryUntitled fragment 2 - a poetic evolution markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryX) Who Are You markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryYou looked into my eyes markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryV) To William markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat we see if we choose to look markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryYour Pain markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryWanting Once Forgotten markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryZ) frosted chicken markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryYe Old Hotdog markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryV) The Typewriter Blues markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryWinter's Ghost markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryYou Want A Poet markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryVapours markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhere does it start? markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryZ) Sirens markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryX) At the lasers point markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryY) Time markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryV) When the morning sun shines through markashley013 years 1 month ago
StoryW) Ah life! markashley013 years 1 month ago

My stories

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Shadow's Echo.

Shadows lost in faint fades and a distant dull thump of something that was never there, right in front in the moment of now. A sea of shining black...

On Self

A long time ago In an old leather bound book I found a quote by Socrates "Know thyself". It felt like an answer, A goal, something to live by, So I...
Cherry

on Dreams

Huxley talks about the doors of perception Something closed that can be opened Dreams are manifest as elements of story A dream narrative that ebbs...
Cherry
Poem of the week

Memory

Forgotten Remembered Digitised and displayed Memory is a false construct And I still don’t remember A shadow in the background of the background...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

art

language is imperfect art is a conduit for emotion and almost all art is limited by medium even film constrained by its screen a tiny window to peep...
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