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StorySplendid Isolation Ssor47 months 1 week ago
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StoryDeclarations of love anipani011 years 1 month ago
StoryConsequences anipani011 years 1 month ago
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StoryBronze baby anipani311 years 1 month ago
StoryBoundaries of space, time, and evolution anipani011 years 1 month ago
StoryBecause I can’t talk (to you) anipani111 years 1 month ago
Storyaphrodizzy attack anipani011 years 1 month ago
StoryAnthem to Radiohead anipani411 years 1 month ago
StoryAfter a visit to vincent anipani011 years 1 month ago
StoryA mother's right to reply, to a teenage son anipani211 years 1 month ago
Story First Connections – or on how not to make that first phone call after managing to blag a telephone number the night before anipani211 years 1 month ago
StoryA dog's life anipani711 years 1 month ago
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Collectionsecond chance anipani011 years 1 month ago
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StoryWhy Cry? anipani111 years 3 months ago
StoryYour love. anipani011 years 3 months ago

My stories

For Robert

Tender is the heart, but silk is the strongest thread; so hearts do withstand the pull and push, the thrust.

In Memory of Stanley Kunitz

‘Desire and desire and desire’- his hand me down, a way to live, a tinderbox to ignite others fire.
Cherry

Proof of inheritance

Someone said the past is a foreign country, but for me it was a universe away, spinning in a different galaxy.

Because I can’t talk (to you)

Words are where I am, so now your hurricane of mere language has blown me right out of sight. Out of range.
Cherry

In time, and place.

Time locked down, moved on was gone elsewhere. Here I was still; silenced, petrified.

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