Steve Button
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Yellowstone | Steve Button | 4 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Fishing | Steve Button | 4 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Prague | Steve Button | 2 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Water Table | Steve Button | 3 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | In A Cafe, After The Orangerie | Steve Button | 8 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Between the lines | seafret | 5 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The hunt | seafret | 9 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Art Of Being A TV Critic | Steve Button | 5 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Laying In | Steve Button | 3 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Benighted marriage | Beeme | 19 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Imperceptible | shoe | 16 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Loitering | Steve Button | 3 | 16 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Mystery | rae1 | 3 | 16 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Wolfman | Steve Button | 2 | 16 years 2 months ago |
My stories
From The Shore
I like the fact that before the sea I am the same as you The same as everyone Who falls To the swell of waves That pulse towards land A reminder Of the pull To our other selves
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Sparrows
She went to live in Ulm, City of sparrows, And so we sat in cafes by the Danube Admiring her new life. Sparrows hopped about Our coupled legs Beneath the tables. The streets were filled
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My Grandmother
Couldn’t get enough tea although She could barely stand still long enough To let the kettle boil. Family legend Claims a trace of gypsy blood and Irish temper To explain why she could be there
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Snowfall
Out in the white clad White carpet woods It is not quiet Though I can barely hear a sound Just the whispered Crystal tumble of snowfall In the melt And a breathless thump
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A Ton Of Muck
You've got to eat a ton of muck before you die, Uncle George would say and said it just before he croaked having presumably eaten his allotment. He meant it either as wise counsel
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