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StoryThe Widow Maker Tipp Hex31 year 6 months ago
StorySplendid Isolation Ssor42 years 5 months ago
StoryThief littleditty26 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Incompatibilist Ewan78 years 4 months ago
StoryUnlikely ivoryfishbone99 years 7 months ago
StoryDeclarations of love anipani012 years 12 months ago
StoryConsequences anipani012 years 12 months ago
Storycompanions anipani012 years 12 months ago
StoryBronze baby anipani312 years 12 months ago
StoryBoundaries of space, time, and evolution anipani012 years 12 months ago
StoryBecause I can’t talk (to you) anipani112 years 12 months ago
Storyaphrodizzy attack anipani012 years 12 months ago
StoryAnthem to Radiohead anipani412 years 12 months ago
StoryAfter a visit to vincent anipani012 years 12 months ago
StoryA mother's right to reply, to a teenage son anipani212 years 12 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 anipani213 years 2 hours ago
StoryA dog's life anipani713 years 2 hours ago
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Forum topicRE: I swapped my motorbike for a painting anipani113 years 5 hours ago
Forum topicRE: I swapped my motorbike for a painting anipani013 years 5 hours ago
Collectionsecond chance anipani013 years 7 hours ago
Collectionfirst tries anipani013 years 7 hours ago
Collectionfirst tries anipani013 years 7 hours ago
StoryWhy Cry? anipani113 years 1 month ago
StoryYour love. anipani013 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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