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CollectionGirl Meets Poetry secretagentartist012 years 10 months ago
StoryNot a Mathematician secretagentartist013 years 1 week ago
StoryStill secretagentartist013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Dress That Wouldn't Die secretagentartist013 years 1 week ago
StoryHow the Cyber Man Lost his Heart. secretagentartist013 years 1 week ago
StoryGently secretagentartist013 years 1 week ago
StoryDown the Phoneline- secretagentartist013 years 1 week ago

My collections

My stories

Gently

Just my normal routine...

Down the Phoneline-

My mother read me poetry as a last resort. She spoke of snowdrops, a great white land of nodding heads on tiny stilts. she fed them through the mouthpiece one by one like lines of-

Not a Mathematician

I am not a mathematician. I have never been able to see the equations, laid inside your skull like symbols drawn on water. But sometimes, I have seen the oceans move inside your pupil,

Still

We all get lonely...

The Dress That Wouldn't Die

The sink is pink candy over metal faces sides of stainless steel where lines engraved all run in veins of raspberry, all is pink. Rough patches of chrome are pink. The yellow sponge

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