Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 11 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve414 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve314 years 1 month ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve214 years 1 month ago
StoryHypocrite Steve214 years 1 month ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 3 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3015 years 1 month ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 11 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 11 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 12 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 12 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1616 years 15 hours ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve216 years 2 days ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve216 years 5 days ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve416 years 5 days ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve216 years 1 week ago
StoryIV Steve216 years 1 week ago
StoryIII Steve316 years 1 week ago
StoryII Steve516 years 1 week ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve316 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Waist Land 2

A Game of Guesses Jack keeps on giggling when I eye him. He keeps on staring at me when we eat.

The Waist Land 1

T.S. Eliot Wasteland translated into America's current waistland.

Song of David

O Lord, I beseech you to forgive. I am your most loyal servant. I have sinned. I have gravely broken your words. Heal me of this wound... the mad curls of her luscious hair,

You are

nothing like you are outside, splendor and skill, the exquisite excellence of the stars, burning with questions. your breath, it is one after the other

Into the Silence

into the mouth of silence (her voice is rich with pain, rich with hesitation, made deep with years of longing, wishing to be real) into the lips of knowing one cannot deal with all things

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