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StoryThe Widow Maker Tipp Hex36 months 2 weeks ago
StorySplendid Isolation Ssor41 year 5 months ago
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StoryThe Incompatibilist Ewan77 years 4 months ago
StoryUnlikely ivoryfishbone98 years 7 months ago
StoryDeclarations of love anipani011 years 11 months ago
StoryConsequences anipani011 years 11 months ago
Storycompanions anipani011 years 11 months ago
StoryBronze baby anipani311 years 11 months ago
StoryBoundaries of space, time, and evolution anipani011 years 11 months ago
StoryBecause I can’t talk (to you) anipani111 years 11 months ago
Storyaphrodizzy attack anipani011 years 11 months ago
StoryAnthem to Radiohead anipani411 years 11 months ago
StoryAfter a visit to vincent anipani011 years 11 months ago
StoryA mother's right to reply, to a teenage son anipani211 years 11 months 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 11 months ago
StoryA dog's life anipani711 years 11 months ago
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Forum topicRE: I swapped my motorbike for a painting anipani111 years 11 months ago
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Collectionsecond chance anipani011 years 11 months ago
Collectionfirst tries anipani011 years 11 months ago
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StoryWhy Cry? anipani112 years 1 month ago
StoryYour love. anipani012 years 1 month 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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