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StoryI sing the blues because of you. pumadelta010 years 5 months ago
StoryWHITE ORCHID FIELDS. pumadelta010 years 5 months ago
StoryBird pumadelta210 years 5 months ago
Storylost world pumadelta010 years 5 months ago
StoryAfter the setting sun. pumadelta210 years 5 months ago
StoryThat empty space. pumadelta010 years 6 months ago
StoryIn a nocturnal mood. pumadelta210 years 7 months ago
StorySay what you mean and mean what you say. pumadelta010 years 7 months ago
StoryThe way to write a best seller. pumadelta010 years 8 months ago
StoryI dreamed a dream, cursed are my thoughts. pumadelta010 years 8 months ago
Storya walk down memory lane. pumadelta010 years 8 months ago
StoryDear John pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
StoryCorporate Measures pumadelta210 years 9 months ago
Storycity hospital pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
StoryBag Lady pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
StoryAutumn's song pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
StoryAter the fall pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
StoryA I D S pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
Story2005 the beginning of birth pangs pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
StoryA brighter mourn pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
Forum topiccomments on my new poem Devil pumadelta310 years 9 months ago
Forum topicany of my work..looking for comments.. pumadelta610 years 9 months ago
CollectionDistant voices pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
CollectionWorld events. pumadelta010 years 9 months ago
CollectionNew writtings pumadelta010 years 9 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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