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StoryI sing the blues because of you. pumadelta012 years 2 months ago
StoryWHITE ORCHID FIELDS. pumadelta012 years 2 months ago
StoryBird pumadelta212 years 2 months ago
Storylost world pumadelta012 years 2 months ago
StoryAfter the setting sun. pumadelta212 years 2 months ago
StoryThat empty space. pumadelta012 years 3 months ago
StoryIn a nocturnal mood. pumadelta212 years 4 months ago
StorySay what you mean and mean what you say. pumadelta012 years 4 months ago
StoryThe way to write a best seller. pumadelta012 years 5 months ago
StoryI dreamed a dream, cursed are my thoughts. pumadelta012 years 5 months ago
Storya walk down memory lane. pumadelta012 years 5 months ago
StoryDear John pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
StoryCorporate Measures pumadelta212 years 6 months ago
Storycity hospital pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
StoryBag Lady pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
StoryAutumn's song pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
StoryAter the fall pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
StoryA I D S pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
Story2005 the beginning of birth pangs pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
StoryA brighter mourn pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
Forum topiccomments on my new poem Devil pumadelta312 years 6 months ago
Forum topicany of my work..looking for comments.. pumadelta612 years 6 months ago
CollectionDistant voices pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
CollectionWorld events. pumadelta012 years 6 months ago
CollectionNew writtings pumadelta012 years 6 months ago

My stories

the cultural quarter pt 2

The corners of the cultural quarter Are bursting like tar soaked lungs. Haemorrhaging empty fag packets Lay strewn in rain washed streets. Blind...

Daniel

One day you sat there in that well-kept garden the sun breaking through the clouds rain drops dripped from the broken gutter as if competing with the...

The cultural quarter

Confetti once had a life of its own Before it got torn and rubbished for A known good cause At Arthur’s wedding, during the war They used maps of the...

Soul Mate

You weaved a pattern of beautiful uncompromising thoughts into my head And from your mouth you uttered word of symphonic wisdom They said love was...

A poets dying wish

Let me be recognized for something Something other than the hue of my skin And slick talking swaying hips Swinging to Latino rhythms beating out of...

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