Yutka

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StoryDreams will say nothing Yutka412 years 4 months ago
StoryDeath Wish Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath of a gardener Yutka212 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath of a Doll Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath of a father Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath in slow voices Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath in the Afternoon Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath Yutka212 years 11 months ago
StoryCrow Land Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryCrash Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryCountless clues Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryConclusion Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryColour is dead Yutka412 years 11 months ago
StoryCockadoodling Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryCloud chase Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryCheck mating Yutka212 years 11 months ago
StoryCaptive Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryBridge with God Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryBig Daddy Yutka112 years 11 months ago
StoryBeing nude was rude Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryBehind Bars Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryBadoo Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryAutumn Song Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryAthena, Goddess Yutka012 years 11 months ago
StoryAt last Yutka012 years 11 months ago

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My stories

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Secrets to the wind

In the fading light of a decaying port, where the gulls cry secrets to the wind, I can imagine quite easily, the salt-tinged air thick with stories,...
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In time’s embrace (Sonnet)

In time's embrace, both beauty and the blight, It holds no favor for the brave or meek; With equal hand, it dims the boldest light, And leaves the...
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The lady poet in the wildflower garden

In a wildflower garden, where colours clash and blend, she wanders, barefoot, flowers, each a voice, a verse that only she will understand. Sunlight...
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My critical son

In the middle of the kitchen, he stands, arms crossed, a scientist in his own right, dissecting my words, turning them inside out, like a puzzle he’s...
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The power of water

In the cradle of waves, we emerged, eighty percent liquid, a dance of molecules, a consciousness of water, flowing through our veins, echoing the...
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