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StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 3 animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 1 animan09 years 2 weeks ago
Storymatriarch animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMe animan19 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe wisdom of others animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe starting gun animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Great Fallacy animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryProjection 3 - Fallen arrows animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryProjection 2 - Metamorphosen animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryProjection 1 – tropic-running animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe icy claw animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe end (of the beginning) animan29 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Song of Songs - V. 2.2 (the correct version) animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMore than life itself animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNot a letter so much as a poem animan19 years 2 weeks ago
Storyluna et ego animan19 years 2 weeks ago
Storylove and truth animan19 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLittle black cat animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLosing and finding animan29 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOn the authority of children animan29 years 2 weeks ago
StoryReworking into English of a Sonnet by Michelangelo Buonarotti animan09 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe word-song of Jay Willie Plonker animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLooking back animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StorySoliloquy animan09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryImagine animan09 years 2 weeks ago

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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Paralysis and release

It was as when they said he's ill and I walked to him wondering, racing in a limbo - what to expect, how react But, when I saw his new silent...

19

Okay, so, he began hesitantly. I'm afraid I have moved out of that room, our room in a way. I did it over the course of last week - people were...

Asking the past

The past is a secret history in that cline divine of lies and secrets and silence, and was I wrong to ask? In this place this cave, I've never been...
Cherry
Poem of the week

Beautiful August

And, we had some good things didn't we. I loved the way you leant into me that time, shoulder and shoulder when I sat beside you at the morning's...

At times like this

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