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Storycity sacraments or songs jamblichus9012 years 3 months ago
StoryAm I backwards? jamblichus9012 years 3 months ago
CollectionShort short stories jamblichus9012 years 3 months ago
CollectionPoems jamblichus9012 years 3 months ago
Story¡°Getting used to London¡± jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
Storywaking jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
Storywarzone pictures jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
Storyunreasonable? jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
Storymorning glory jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
Storythe future laughing now jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
Storyinfallible jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
Storyi shouldn't have read it jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
Storyelegy for a death in southwark jamblichus9012 years 5 months ago
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Forum topicmorning glory by jamblichus9 Juliet OC119 years 5 months ago

My collections

Poems
Short short stories

My stories

infallible

By jamblichus9 on Fri, 23 Jun 2006

Maybe when the masks Come off Assisted breath Robot helpers Have retreated by remote control
Autobiography
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Am I backwards?

By jamblichus9 on Wed, 14 Jun 2006

The problem is with the seeming Not the whatting I retort; Life is endless and art is - damn short.
Autobiography
Story
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¡°Getting used to London¡±

By jamblichus9 on Wed, 14 Jun 2006

The Sun gets lower And the light begins Its lonely stretch and curve Until the night With it¡¯s own private right Lets dark and shadows merge.
Autobiography
Story
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elegy for a death in southwark

By jamblichus9 on Wed, 14 Jun 2006

You post-club morning drunken staggers Bouncers sober looking-daggers; Or tired. You girls in chorus¡¯s of night You boys in cheap displays of might; Are mired. Outside the Elephant and Castle
Autobiography
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i shouldn't have read it

By jamblichus9 on Wed, 14 Jun 2006

It¡¯s strange wanting To have pride of place In some backlog of memory And diary etchings I read through hers, And those who passed through Wondering which, embodies me most Another shoddy reflection.
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