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My stories

Xylophone

By span on Mon, 13 Aug 2007

Xylophone They watched the river go by composing, it gave no signal the night had ever let its lips loose. Under the bridge, the slip stream xylophone tones about the Navy,
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

Para suicide

By span on Mon, 13 Aug 2007

Para suicide He waits all day with the noose around his neck both feet back on the chair cliff, each chest movement feels the weight of his one wish.
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

The mathematics of creasing

By span on Thu, 09 Aug 2007

The mathematics of creasing In the café you ate nothing and told me you wrote your PHD on the mathematics of creasing. To make it easier to me you explained that it wasn’t
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

She’d been sitting

By span on Tue, 31 Jul 2007

She’d been sitting On such pretty hot days she sits and makes lists. Out her box window, she watches the café, the bent backed couples, coughing up quiet lettuce,
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

Saucer

By span on Tue, 31 Jul 2007

He looked like a child’s drawing of a man; too much brown crayon. His milk bottle legs poked out from underneath his too short trousers, the snail trail scars on his shell fists,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

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