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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Last Commute | HaiAnh | 1 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Polite | HaiAnh | 5 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Armrest | HaiAnh | 3 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | A Fractured Verse For A Fractured Heart | Bradene | 8 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Benefits of Train Travel | nicola6 | 3 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Warm hands | anipani | 2 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Namesake (Inspiration Point) | jennifer | 7 | 17 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Coming of age | pinkpiggles | 7 | 17 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Tipping Point | Dynamaso | 8 | 17 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Autumn Grieves | jennifer | 8 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | We should call a man | mcmanaman | 3 | 17 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Copper reflects sunlight in a way people don't yet understand | spacio vacio | 1 | 17 years 8 months ago |
| Story | To Whom It May Concern | Silver Spun Sand | 14 | 17 years 8 months ago |
| Story | A Fine Romance | Silver Spun Sand | 7 | 17 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Another Man's Treasure | Silver Spun Sand | 10 | 17 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Poet Who Fell in Love | MistakenMagic | 6 | 17 years 9 months ago |
| Story | What I Remember | ivoryfishbone | 7 | 17 years 9 months ago |
| Story | the last of sir Walter Raleigh's Loveletters | gristo | 1 | 17 years 10 months ago |
| Story | People Who | HaiAnh | 10 | 17 years 10 months ago |
| Story | We Made This Poem Together | capoeiragem | 3 | 17 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Cave dive | Brooklands | 1 | 17 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Maille, France, and hanging baskets. | anipani | 4 | 17 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Food Lover | Dynamaso | 8 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Drawn Like Knives | jennifer | 3 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Choices | Green_14 | 1 | 18 years 3 days ago |
My stories
First Connections – or on how not to make that first phone call after managing to blag a telephone number the night before
not a competition entry, just for fun!
Park benches and red dresses
memory and decrepitude. all in one little poem!!1
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Your love.
I am naked under your gaze, lovely, to you, and newly, to me, true. Being you; effortless, makes me more than before. And less, the spaces in between as critical to form and meaning.
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Declarations of love
Wake half -hour early, for eldest son to rally; neither of us are larks. Bake the baguette he’ll eat for lunch, having remembered to remove tikka from freezer the night before.
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- 946 reads
Waiting for you.
I know I am missing you all the time; not in your absences, but all the time. Because I am clocking the countless ways I used to think of you, when you were not here.
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