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StoryThe Widow Maker Tipp Hex31 year 3 weeks ago
StorySplendid Isolation Ssor41 year 11 months ago
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StoryThe Incompatibilist Ewan77 years 10 months ago
StoryUnlikely ivoryfishbone99 years 1 month ago
StoryDeclarations of love anipani012 years 6 months ago
StoryConsequences anipani012 years 6 months ago
Storycompanions anipani012 years 6 months ago
StoryBronze baby anipani312 years 6 months ago
StoryBoundaries of space, time, and evolution anipani012 years 6 months ago
StoryBecause I can’t talk (to you) anipani112 years 6 months ago
Storyaphrodizzy attack anipani012 years 6 months ago
StoryAnthem to Radiohead anipani412 years 6 months ago
StoryAfter a visit to vincent anipani012 years 6 months ago
StoryA mother's right to reply, to a teenage son anipani212 years 6 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 anipani212 years 6 months ago
StoryA dog's life anipani712 years 6 months ago
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Forum topicRE: I swapped my motorbike for a painting anipani112 years 6 months ago
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Collectionsecond chance anipani012 years 6 months ago
Collectionfirst tries anipani012 years 6 months ago
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StoryWhy Cry? anipani112 years 7 months ago
StoryYour love. anipani012 years 7 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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