Yutka

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
Forum topicSuggestion:Announce Your Own Writing Forum cc1620 years 9 months ago
Forum topicWhile I am waiting by Yutka maisie220 years 9 months ago
Forum topicA son is home for Christmas by Yutka tcook320 years 9 months ago
Forum topicGreat ABCTalers Anonymous4820 years 10 months ago
Forum topicYutka Anonymous120 years 10 months ago
Forum topicThe man on the train - Pepsoid lisa h420 years 10 months ago
Forum topicThanks Anonymous421 years 3 days ago
Forum topici don't want u to read this anymore AliciaB321 years 6 days ago
Forum topicHaiku competition tcook1621 years 1 week ago
Forum topici'd love to ... ivoryfishbone721 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicThe chicken at the door by Megan mykle1021 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicSelbstportrait mit Kater by captainmcdan mykle1021 years 4 weeks ago
Forum topicArt Fart... by Lisa Hinsley pepsoid421 years 4 weeks ago
Forum topicHo hum... pepsoid3521 years 1 month ago
Forum topicSTOP ALL THIS NOW! Laura Callender2321 years 1 month ago
Forum topicOh Holy Night by Fergal mykle1921 years 1 month ago
Forum topicDidn't want to be a priest 2Lou621 years 1 month ago
Forum topicA Little Bit Lost Corvus1221 years 1 month ago
Forum topicFergals' 'Her Side of the Story' Jack Cade421 years 1 month ago
Forum topicLily Green and the Tree Fellers - RachelCoates Anonymous721 years 2 months ago
CollectionBlog rachelcoates121 years 2 months ago

Pages

My stories

Rik Clay, killed

Your voice touched us, Rik Clay. You opened the doors to deeper understanding. Your thoughts overlapped and crystallized reality. As with loud speakers you reached far out into consciousness.

Deep within

You squat when you're squatting in an empty house, to check its electrics, for that's how it shows what it's worth, and trace the currents that flow through its wires, to proof

Guardian angels

Guardians of the tree of life or winged goddesses of Egypt, from Sumeria to Babylon and beyond you are known moving between heaven and earth, fusers of dimensions, who instruct,
Cherry

Retrace me

No need for lock and key where I go shadow-less. Torn into blue my shade, mangled and frayed, away from do and don’t I disobeyed. No trace of the old house, the winding road, the gate.

Unresolved

Unresolved lie the things of the heart, locked rooms, where keys have been lost, or windows closed to the air of spring or books left out in a foreign tongue.

Pages