Yutka

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StoryParis in Darkness: The Olympiad’s Opening Yutka32 years 3 months ago
StoryIn a quaint English Town Yutka12 years 7 months ago
StoryIn a quaint English Town Yutka02 years 7 months ago
StoryHalloween Dance Yutka02 years 11 months ago
StoryInvisible Ed Crane62 years 12 months ago
StoryWarnings are kind Rhiannonw43 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDifferent to caged birds Yutka123 years 7 months ago
StoryFor The Love Of Village Life skinner_jennifer243 years 8 months ago
StoryYellow dull winter days Yutka24 years 9 months ago
Storythe seagull Yutka74 years 9 months ago
Storycircles Yutka14 years 10 months ago
StoryEnslaved Yutka54 years 10 months ago
StoryMy outlet in times of trouble Mark Heathcote44 years 10 months ago
StoryXANADIAN RHAPSODY Yutka24 years 11 months ago
StoryWe stand at a loss Yutka14 years 11 months ago
StoryDo not shed tears Yutka25 years 2 weeks ago
StoryReading on a rainy evening Yutka25 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChanges Hades502145 years 3 months ago
Blog entryStory and Poem of the Month insertponceyfre...25 years 4 months ago
StoryBabylon quotes Yutka35 years 4 months ago
StoryImpaired Yutka185 years 4 months ago
Storygar bled Yutka15 years 4 months ago
StoryDrowning Yutka25 years 4 months ago
StoryI was young then Yutka15 years 4 months ago
StoryAphrodite Yutka15 years 4 months ago

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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

The Ghost in the Machine

Nestling between wires and code breeds the ghost in the machine, a soulless thing, yet wants its brood to bridge a gap, to feel a mood, and hear a...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

I am the stillness

I am, not in the way fire roars, but in the hush between storms. I am the breath the forest holds before the wind remembers how to move. They rush,...
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If Jesus had an iPhone

If Jesus had an iPhone, It’d be old, scuffed along the edges, cracked where it hit the floor while he knelt to help someone crying in the grocery...
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Cats

I Many hide in half forgotten gardens Where they sit and watch the clouds sail by. Off and on they move a whisker, try catching this or that, a...
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Perfect Synchronicity

He thought back to the hour at dusk when a bird’s call sounded outside him and deep within him in perfect synchronicity, so that it did not break off...

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