staticshakedown
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Kimono | littleditty | 11 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Like School Holidays | markbrown | 4 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Raging Man | seekerofwords | 3 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | what they didn't tell you at Fermilab | inchiki | 3 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | A Speckled Stone | inchiki | 6 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Reports of a Disturbance in the Heart | inchiki | 2 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Navigator | lenchenelf | 9 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Bull's Eye | Steve Button | 6 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Irrelevant remarks about the weather. | maggyvaneijk | 5 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | when you rush out. | maggyvaneijk | 7 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Balloon | shoe | 12 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | High on Snow (Inspiration Point) | jennifer | 14 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Tarantella | jennifer | 11 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | When You Said My Name | staticshakedown | 4 | 15 years 8 months ago |
| Story | CHAPTER ONE: ENVY | GabbyEmm | 4 | 15 years 8 months ago |
| Story | waiting. | maggyvaneijk | 9 | 15 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Cold Comfort | Silver Spun Sand | 16 | 15 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Last Kiss | Firebird | 1 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Old Notebooks | shatterboxx | 11 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Forum topic | 3 new poems | shatterboxx | 3 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Purple Kite (Haiku) | yrene | 2 | 16 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Baby | chelseyflood | 7 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Last Slice | staticshakedown | 7 | 17 years 1 month ago |
My stories
The Kiss
the kiss was light like spring air—! only the arc of our lips grazed, touched, fanned, frisked, stippled, skimmed, nipped, nicked, pawed at, shook hands with each other
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Men
I showed my mother my arm with its three tear drops of bites falling down it when she spotted two from beneath my sleeve —red with nail marks— and asked to see the others. She frowned,
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Souvenir from Mexico
Papi opened his palm And offered me a lollipop. And I, timid as a new-born cactus Yet without spears, accepted. And I took it in my mouth Without knowing what it was.
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Balloon
Never letting go means
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