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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | if only | animan | 2 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Okay so I wrote this poem | animan | 2 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Things That Don’t Matter | HaiAnh | 2 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Common Cormorant or Shag | animan | 7 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Cause and Affect | HaiAnh | 6 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | St Patrick's Day | BeamsAndVoids | 11 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | I Suppose It Was Pretty Obvious To Everyone | rokkitnite | 3 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Used. Like new. | HaiAnh | 3 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Eye | animan | 3 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | velocity of rest | animan | 2 | 17 years 2 months ago |
My stories
7
Hallow, I am next. I rhyme with heaven and leaven. I am after the hard time. I’m the one that says, it’s okay, things carry on. No big deal. I am the gibbet without a noose.
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6
I am the one that holds the memory of what it was to be nothing, and yet I sprout from it. I am Jupiter – six places away from the sun – cold, vast, shiftless.
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5
Thanks to a very kind friend, was able to attend last week's prom concert by the West-Eastern Divan Orchestra (that attempt by Daniel Barenboim to use his art towards conflict resolution).
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Creation
quick splashes of the mother boar as she circles the pool in search of him as she crosses the river he reads time in the swaying of trees and when, in the night, each star dies
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4
We are that four – like Shakespeare’s and Lear’s women – indefatigable, combined; two of us are sharp, one wayward, one looking the other way.
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