Yutka

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StoryDog whisperer Yutka113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFrom the Ashes Yutka113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDriveTech UK Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEntrenched Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDependency Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryForced Dreams Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEscape Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFast moving Time Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFor when a Man is dead Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDo you remember? Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEvening by a lake Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFame Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFeelings Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDon't wait until the day Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDreams Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFear of Dying Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryShe died I think, littleditty1013 years 3 months ago
Story..and if you don’t know cinnamon littleditty1113 years 3 months ago
StoryShoreditch Anthem jolono1914 years 1 month ago
StoryMore than Words Silver Spun Sand1614 years 5 months ago
StoryScarred skinner_jennifer3114 years 7 months ago
Story25, Chapel Lane. (A Christmas Tale.) mayman214 years 7 months ago
StoryEncounter Yutka415 years 2 months ago
StoryMonday's Child (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand815 years 2 months ago
StoryLateness of Light Richard L. Prov...315 years 2 months ago

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Moths

This is the night the moths wake up and flutter stunned around the porch light trembling with silence only there is no silence, only a grasping of...
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Gold cherry

Flesh in the juices of autumn

Forgive the apples for sweetness when you wait for fire but I come as the wind. We both take to forbidden fruit, quarter our kisses, we share the...
Gold cherry

Intact

Uptown, shortly after the last turnoff, in fields of uncut grasses, dry and torn, a group of teasels next to the Cycle Park. It is late autumn. No...
Cherry

Thicker than water

Moving house, packing things from the loft I find a picture, wood-framed, snug beneath the dust of years. Under the light and polished glass pencil-...

Death came to Madrid "De Madrid al cielo, y, en el cielo, una ventanilla para ver Madrid”

Today, a scent of spring, a pulse of blossoms, as if the sun and blue skies gathered head to gain and flood a dropped crime rate, silence- A burst of...

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