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StoryComing close to Angels ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
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StoryBy the window (in memory of Raymond Carver) ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
StoryBlue Moon ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
StoryBitch ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
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StoryAn Irish Story ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
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StoryA Mod's Dream ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
Forum topiclinks to new poems ugerbig112 years 3 months ago
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CollectionUnordered Tales ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
CollectionMy Stories ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
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CollectionWriting for my life ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
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CollectionEvery Woman's Blues ugerbig012 years 3 months ago
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My stories

By the window (in memory of Raymond Carver)

By the window In memory of Raymond Carver He stands there Quietly gazing Caressing life With a tired glance A shadow Brave enough To acknowledge Beauty While dying At the same time...

A Mod's Dream

A Mod's dream Tight jeans and Zoot suits Pencil streak narrow ties The care for one's hair A must...

Icarus, female

Icarus, female I came too close to something I could not fully grasp With singed wings I toppled From skies that looked full of promise I must have missed the point when blue turned black Now my scorched heart reminds me every day

Tulsa Airport, Real Time

Tulsa Airport, Real Time "I like your hair he said As if I had just come back From the beautician on Any given Saturday as if I had just dumped the shopping As if I had just shouted "Baby, I am home

Bitch

He fed her just enough love To get her hungry Now she waits Ears cocked For her master's step For the gnawed bones that Fall from his cold indifferent hands

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