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StoryDancing. idaw012 years 1 week ago
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StoryCharnel House idaw012 years 1 week ago
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StoryBecause God Loves Gilles de Rais idaw012 years 1 week ago
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StoryAnxious idaw012 years 1 week ago
StoryAn unconvinced argument on how to mourn. idaw012 years 1 week ago
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CollectionTankas idaw012 years 1 week ago
CollectionPoetry set 2 idaw012 years 1 week ago
CollectionPoetry Set idaw012 years 1 week ago
StoryZeno's best friend. idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryYour Epiphany. idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat self-mutilation is. idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryMuse idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryPaternal Cinquain idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryThinking about certain things. idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryReflected idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryStar-nosed mole sang to me idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryNot idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryOrganic idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryLukewarm idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryMemory, distressed and focussed idaw012 years 1 month ago
StoryJust a late adolescence. idaw012 years 1 month ago

My collections

Poetry Set
Poetry set 2
Tankas

My stories

Star-nosed mole sang to me

By idaw on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

The night squirms and blows the past to me through my curtains in perfect waves that leave me dying. I stare at the leaves who are happily deserting...
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate U

Fancy (, B.B.H.)

By idaw on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

If I shaved one leg and taught you to dance would you accept it when I tell you that the tree outside's a ship we all can climb aboard; where we all...
Other Fiction
Certificate U

Just a late adolescence.

By idaw on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

Many legs, resting, under frozen hair my outline of pantomime pretension, the stalker I raised in a womb-like lair. Half-measures, failures and...
Other Fiction
Certificate U

Your Epiphany.

By idaw on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

The inhilation of Sweet's lilac smoke shows tangy, swelling, now seen living day that squeezes granules, makes a thin soft cloak to shake between you...
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate U

Dancing.

By idaw on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

As a dance, a ball, an empty room, no bodies; taking care of ourselves when its all in there and as it goes on you see and they see, splitting to a...
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate U

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