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StoryCleopatra Bathes in Milk poet_hawtin312 years 6 days ago
StoryDance on The Graves of The Dead poet_hawtin112 years 1 week ago
StoryBirthday Wishes poet_hawtin112 years 1 week ago
StoryAnthem For The Disenfranchised poet_hawtin012 years 1 week ago
StoryAfter The Bombs Fall poet_hawtin012 years 1 week ago
StoryWhen We Dance poet_hawtin012 years 1 month ago
StoryTo His Bold Mistress poet_hawtin112 years 1 month ago
StoryLove's Young Brother poet_hawtin112 years 1 month ago
StoryMad Dog Revival poet_hawtin112 years 1 month ago
StoryMachinery poet_hawtin112 years 1 month ago
StoryNo Clocks poet_hawtin312 years 1 month ago
StoryThat Great Longing poet_hawtin012 years 1 month ago
StoryTrue Longing poet_hawtin112 years 1 month ago
StoryRudderless World poet_hawtin012 years 1 month ago
Storyself immolation poet_hawtin012 years 1 month ago
StoryImmigrant Night poet_hawtin112 years 1 month ago
StoryImperfectly Perfect poet_hawtin012 years 1 month ago
StoryI am Silent Joy poet_hawtin012 years 1 month ago
StoryGeometry poet_hawtin012 years 1 month ago
StoryDouble-Crossed poet_hawtin012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Rumour Mill poet_hawtin113 years 5 months ago
StoryPremonition of Civil War poet_hawtin213 years 6 months ago
StoryNo Epilogues poet_hawtin214 years 2 months ago
StoryForever Alone (Chapters 1-4) Leno217 years 5 months ago

My stories

After The Bombs Fall

By poet_hawtin on Thu, 16 Feb 2012

Maybe someday, you’ll reveal yourself to me; maybe someday, after the bombs fall, after the sirens sing out, after the fallout you’ll leave your shelter and speak once more
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Double-Crossed

By poet_hawtin on Wed, 15 Feb 2012

We’ve been double-crossed by the stars, the dice of fate were lost and weighted, you were born under a different sky, I was born too late. It goes without saying you can’t be bought
Autobiography
Certificate U

I am Silent Joy

By poet_hawtin on Wed, 15 Feb 2012

I am silent joy, I am silent sorrow, I am what you have made me, driven mad in the silence. Fill this noiselessness with the language of angels, make me proud to hold joy, to bear sorrow.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Dance on The Graves of The Dead

By poet_hawtin on Wed, 15 Feb 2012

Dance on the graves of the dead, mock their mossy tufts with the loftiness of love and lust and life, for they once danced like this. Fear not to be cast out into the migrant night,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Premonition of Civil War

By poet_hawtin on Fri, 10 Feb 2012

(of the painting “Soft Construction with Boiled Beans” by Salvador Dali) mighty Colossus of flesh and brawn and tit of bone the desert sky does not pity you
Other Fiction
Poem
Certificate U

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