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StoryCleopatra Bathes in Milk poet_hawtin312 years 11 months ago
StoryDance on The Graves of The Dead poet_hawtin112 years 11 months ago
StoryBirthday Wishes poet_hawtin112 years 11 months ago
StoryAnthem For The Disenfranchised poet_hawtin012 years 11 months ago
StoryAfter The Bombs Fall poet_hawtin012 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen We Dance poet_hawtin013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTo His Bold Mistress poet_hawtin113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLove's Young Brother poet_hawtin113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMad Dog Revival poet_hawtin113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMachinery poet_hawtin113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNo Clocks poet_hawtin313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThat Great Longing poet_hawtin013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTrue Longing poet_hawtin113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryRudderless World poet_hawtin013 years 2 weeks ago
Storyself immolation poet_hawtin013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryImmigrant Night poet_hawtin113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryImperfectly Perfect poet_hawtin013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI am Silent Joy poet_hawtin013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGeometry poet_hawtin013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDouble-Crossed poet_hawtin013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Rumour Mill poet_hawtin114 years 4 months ago
StoryPremonition of Civil War poet_hawtin214 years 4 months ago
StoryNo Epilogues poet_hawtin215 years 1 month ago
StoryForever Alone (Chapters 1-4) Leno218 years 3 months ago

My stories

Machinery

The night is built from circuitry and solder. When I lie next to you and feel the warmth of your biology, dreams become cinematic, technicoloured, the score, polyphonic

No Clocks

There are no clocks in my house, I can’t bear the thought of passing-time knowing it’s time not spent with you and the seconds and the minutes and the days pass by like clouds

That Great Longing

On last request, I ask you this: hold me like we’re lost at sea, hold me as if thunder raptures, capture, never set me free. When the winter coats the orchard,

True Longing

Misery is sitting in a rented room on a borrowed bed, a cold slab, preoccupied with an illness no cough mixture, no laboratory can fix. I don’t sleep anymore,

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