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Collectionlines and lines and lines hejira j012 years 9 months ago
Collectionthis is the winter of our discount tents hejira j012 years 9 months ago
Collectionpoems newer than the older ones hejira j012 years 9 months ago
StoryVolume. hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryWhy did you speak in that stupid voice? hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryWeek hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryWhimsy hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryVocal Coach hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StorySocial club. hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryThis is the kind of thing you would like. hejira j212 years 10 months ago
StorySomething is here and then it is not. hejira j112 years 10 months ago
StoryNamecheck hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Dirty Book. hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryRenew hejira j212 years 10 months ago
StoryKnife (fragment) hejira j112 years 10 months ago
StoryOxfam hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryNick Cave. hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StorySkins hejira j212 years 10 months ago
StoryOnly fruit. hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryTea. hejira j112 years 10 months ago
StoryRiver hejira j212 years 10 months ago
StoryKitchen hejira j112 years 10 months ago
StoryThis is Saturday hejira j212 years 10 months ago
StoryLiving Dead hejira j012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Pumpkin Man Is Dead hejira j012 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Here's A Thing.

Here's a thing- When you are lying backwards Your stomach dimples And each curve Looks like a tiny sink. Since we met I've never picked so much My finger is always

We went to Jamie Oliver's new restaurant.

This feels dirty But right - it is 4.04, not a time To eat At Jamie Oliver's new restaurant, Where the menu says 'Posh chips' Truffle fried. We both opt Not to comment
Cherry

Card

The card was gilded with after-thought we meant to send it, but - you know the dog the baby the crash our new garden your hair all prevented expediency. Regrets - we've had a few

Something is here and then it is not.

With all those buttons Impressed On your flank, You sit on a divan Made from those kinds of crates You push letters into Saying: something is here And then it is not.

Drops.

Push the perforation On the daily strip Each dint a sugared drop- Pale mint. A spot to stop fluid However thick. Many dints and days Strip you down now To the marrow.

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