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Storycan you hear me? shagopia013 years 1 month ago
StoryCamera Ready shagopia013 years 1 month ago
StoryBlinded shagopia013 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Interpretive Dance shagopia013 years 1 month ago
StoryA Wedding Poem for Dave and Kara shagopia013 years 1 month ago
StoryA ---Second part to Lip-Bleed shagopia013 years 1 month ago
CollectionUnordered Tales shagopia013 years 1 month ago
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CollectionSingle in the City shagopia013 years 1 month ago
CollectionPoems for the Random Lover shagopia013 years 1 month ago
StoryWhere the Wind Blows shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryTemple of Fat shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Sandbox shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Sandbox shagopia013 years 2 months ago
Storyone shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StorySalvation History, Part 1 shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryLip-Bleed, part uno shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Mother Takes Me There shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryRoadtrip shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryDelusions shagopia013 years 2 months ago
StoryEntropy in the Hourglass shagopia013 years 2 months ago

My stories

Temple of Fat

Feel this. This burn is good, the burn is good, the burn is good. The more I say it, the more I'll believe it. The more I say it, the less it will feel like physical pain, and more like an abstract affirmation. An affirmation of life. Life. I'm Alive and Madonna is telling me right now that it's fine, "I'll die another day. Hear me Roar Roar Roar, Rah, Rah, Rah.

An Interpretive Dance

Side-step, dear girl! Stroke the floor and sway. Swing yourself this way, sweet soldier to the ideal, and listen to my creaking hips as they croon about their shattered existence.  You can see this, can you not?
Cherry

A Wedding Poem for Dave and Kara

To him, she was his open window. The sweet sigh of sunshine floating to settle - heat seems to settle in a corner on a blanket under her content, calico cat. he senses her in the breeze running from its ocean

can you hear me?

We make illegal turns in bed covers saturated with citations to avoid ourselves as you slip in silently - slip into me oh so subtly in the dark. if...

Where the Wind Blows

My gypsy sister straddles my heart with her hands. to tell it of footsteps by firelight of ancient palms spread open to tea cups and tarot cards of calloused soles and black eyes drawn to drumbeat dances in the sand

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