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StorySail away/ A Sofa Lullaby sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryJust enough pressure sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryI dream of dogness sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryHealing sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryGrandma! sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryI took the pen sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryIn a Eut. sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryIt's lonely at the top sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryIncompatible. Comprende? sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryFastening the seatbelt sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryFoolish sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryForgiven and forgotten sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryFish sarahprowls012 years 4 months ago
StoryMissing You seashore2214 years 4 weeks ago
StoryUnpacking sarahprowls214 years 3 months ago
StoryFruitful sarahprowls214 years 3 months ago
StoryHello, goodbye. sarahprowls217 years 7 months ago
Forum topicSome Interesting Statistics.... cc219 years 9 months ago

My stories

It's lonely at the top

The dusty,lovely rhetoric Of outdoor living Hacking, packing, hoeing, sowing Acknowledge the poignancy Of community The bonds of dirt, and what grows in it What comes of it?

Betrayal

Wondering how A tentative remark, A mere stroke at interaction Unclutterred. Knowing, Sharp edged, self defined by intellect, Wondering how the flowering of this situation became So thickly cloistered

Incompatible. Comprende?

They're lovely. He's lovely. She's lovely. I am lovely. It's just that the roof That is above me Isn't big enough for the Three of us. I've tried, He's tried. They're all very trying! And now I'm dying

'Is that a dead thing in my water butt?'

They examined it carefully. Bloated like a gofer, Sporting a fetching dayglow purple and white suit. The drowned squirrel rocked 'High' in it's water butt coffin. He caught the slippery fiend in his net

Aspiring

Pen to paper I wait For a wave of words To gush from ink Like a leaky dog's leg It occurs to me that The cog whirrs When the wrist rests And you're not looking.....

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