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StoryDead Heron sonjabroderick012 years 11 months ago
StoryButter Moon sonjabroderick012 years 11 months ago
StoryBog sonjabroderick012 years 11 months ago
StoryBarcelona sonjabroderick012 years 11 months ago
StoryAutumn sonjabroderick012 years 11 months ago
StoryAnother Friday Night sonjabroderick012 years 11 months ago
Story36 Minute Shower sonjabroderick012 years 11 months ago
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StoryWilderness of Mirrors sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryYour Coat sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryShooting Stars sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryPrelude sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryOnly sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryPublic Loo sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryStorm Coming sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryNightcrawler sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMonth's End sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryNeighbour sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryTheorem For a Full Moon sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryOld Forest Cottage sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryGuantanamo sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryIndulging a Fantasy sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryDress Rehearsal sonjabroderick013 years 4 weeks ago
StoryDusty Presents sonjabroderick113 years 4 weeks ago
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Bog

By sonjabroderick on Wed, 25 Jan 2006

The silver slits ten thousand years Of sun-soaked sod To fuel the fires of Ireland. Her sons, now warm, will tell the tale Of ancients weaned on bog and field. The golden lines etched clear through time
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

36 Minute Shower

By sonjabroderick on Wed, 25 Jan 2006

First, it was the business, temperatures, string-pull switches, fingers drizzled in an upturned ta-ta. My own smell shivers before absolution. Then comes you injecting the box's drone with twinkles.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15

Shooting Stars

By sonjabroderick on Wed, 25 Jan 2006

I watch for changes in reflected skin under the lamplight. What thoughts consume the foetal mind, if not of teat, then what kind of thrill can your tiny brain perceive? Not another move until my
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Barcelona

By sonjabroderick on Wed, 06 Apr 2005

I leaned on the balcony over Plaza Catalunya. People could see. You didn't care, bearing around my naked frame. The cold metal shocked my skin, took...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Prelude

By sonjabroderick on Mon, 04 Apr 2005

Open it gently. The top one, at least. Blow back then smooth the nape, ripple tingles where the dressing is light, easy to tear, but bear it for now...
Love
Poem
Certificate U

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