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StoryThe Widow Maker Tipp Hex31 year 8 months ago
StorySplendid Isolation Ssor42 years 7 months ago
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StoryThe Incompatibilist Ewan78 years 5 months ago
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StoryDeclarations of love anipani013 years 1 month ago
StoryConsequences anipani013 years 1 month ago
Storycompanions anipani013 years 1 month ago
StoryBronze baby anipani313 years 1 month ago
StoryBoundaries of space, time, and evolution anipani013 years 1 month ago
StoryBecause I can’t talk (to you) anipani113 years 1 month ago
Storyaphrodizzy attack anipani013 years 1 month ago
StoryAnthem to Radiohead anipani413 years 1 month ago
StoryAfter a visit to vincent anipani013 years 1 month ago
StoryA mother's right to reply, to a teenage son anipani213 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 anipani213 years 1 month ago
StoryA dog's life anipani713 years 1 month ago
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Collectionsecond chance anipani013 years 1 month ago
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StoryWhy Cry? anipani113 years 3 months ago
StoryYour love. anipani013 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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