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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Cleopatra Bathes in Milk | poet_hawtin | 3 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Dance on The Graves of The Dead | poet_hawtin | 1 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Birthday Wishes | poet_hawtin | 1 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Anthem For The Disenfranchised | poet_hawtin | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | After The Bombs Fall | poet_hawtin | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | When We Dance | poet_hawtin | 0 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | To His Bold Mistress | poet_hawtin | 1 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | Love's Young Brother | poet_hawtin | 1 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | Mad Dog Revival | poet_hawtin | 1 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | Machinery | poet_hawtin | 1 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | No Clocks | poet_hawtin | 3 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | That Great Longing | poet_hawtin | 0 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | True Longing | poet_hawtin | 1 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | Rudderless World | poet_hawtin | 0 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | self immolation | poet_hawtin | 0 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | Immigrant Night | poet_hawtin | 1 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | Imperfectly Perfect | poet_hawtin | 0 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | I am Silent Joy | poet_hawtin | 0 | 13 years 6 days ago |
| Story | Geometry | poet_hawtin | 0 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Double-Crossed | poet_hawtin | 0 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | The Rumour Mill | poet_hawtin | 1 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Premonition of Civil War | poet_hawtin | 2 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | No Epilogues | poet_hawtin | 2 | 15 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Forever Alone (Chapters 1-4) | Leno | 2 | 18 years 3 months ago |
My stories
Immigrant Night
Throw me out into the immigrant night. Lost and futile – I am his. Bygone and vagrant – I am his. Fractured, hesitant, derelict – I am his. Where is Paris? Where is Rome? –
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- 718 reads
Rudderless World
To my left side lies a hip flask, half full of a hellish osculation, to my right, a lighter; inside lies a fear, an anger, a great passion, one I never knew I could possibly possess
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- 533 reads
When We Dance
When we dance it will last all night. They will retune the violins, retighten the drums, the trumpets of love will be repolished, all bridges, behind, will be demolished, when we dance.
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- 498 reads
Imperfectly Perfect
All the winds blow wet in the grey town of Bath. Sodden, I step out into the fray, cold and forgotten, clinging to a phantom, a frail frame in a famous blue fur coat, a cut-throat voice
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- 498 reads
Geometry
Your naked body, in a way, speaks enough poetry to fill the entire bedspread, and then you tell me you don’t believe me, you say I have a dependence on romance,
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- 622 reads