HaiAnh
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | People Who | HaiAnh | 10 | 17 years 6 days ago |
| Story | I have found the poetry in this house | HaiAnh | 5 | 17 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Arm leaves | span | 3 | 17 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Dream | Brooklands | 6 | 17 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Emma 4 Tom 4ever | HaiAnh | 2 | 17 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | The Khoyai and My Childhood Dreams | parantap ketan | 1 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | How We Live Now | HaiAnh | 2 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Watching Bridget Jones in Vietnamese | HaiAnh | 2 | 17 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Offerings | HaiAnh | 5 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Touch me | jennifer | 7 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Death in the office | animan | 3 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | An Old Mind Game | squillows | 6 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Passages | squillows | 4 | 17 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Missing Phone | HaiAnh | 2 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | It Is No Good | HaiAnh | 4 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Reading Poetry to the Ravens | HaiAnh | 2 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Lark ascending | animan | 3 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Carpentry for beginners | Brooklands | 4 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Damsel | Whiskers | 10 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Keep Apart Two Chevrons | HaiAnh | 2 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Things That Don’t Matter | HaiAnh | 2 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | I Nearly Became A Forklift Truck Driver | HaiAnh | 6 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | First Emperor of China, the man, not the Divine. | anipani | 3 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | What if men burst in wearing balaclavas? | mcmanaman | 2 | 17 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Hymn to a Broken Marriage | mcmanaman | 5 | 17 years 3 months ago |
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Saga
I have been whispering to the printer since just after nine. It has given nothing, only flashed ‘drum’ and whined and stopped and whined and filled me full then stopped
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On 26th October 2008 at 2.30am
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Pawn
Ladies, stop a second. Don’t hand over the jar, when the lid won’t open, or else in five years it’ll be car keys, then car. You’ll be stumbling, wheeling a pramful, puzzled,
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The Streetlight at the End of 42nd
An ekphrastic poem in draft, all comments welcome.
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An Overly Sentimental Poem for My Mother
Just like the shoes, I am stubborn with, I will not throw you out. Or like my white handbag scratched with nib marks, belly-full of stories I will keep you pursed, one arm belted over you.
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