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StoryHorses nicola6217 years 4 months ago
StoryHome Alone nicola6517 years 4 months ago
StoryNo Choice Dynamaso417 years 4 months ago
Forum topicthe death of etiquette culturehero3317 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Banjo. chuck217 years 4 months ago
StoryPhilistines Ewan417 years 4 months ago
StoryKira. QueenElf417 years 4 months ago
StoryPeople Who HaiAnh1017 years 4 months ago
StoryHot Summer Blues Ewan217 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Land of a Thousand Arseholes! Mick Hanson617 years 4 months ago
StoryOn The Rails Version 2 Dynamaso317 years 4 months ago
StoryWinter Morning War Dynamaso617 years 4 months ago
StoryI have found the poetry in this house HaiAnh517 years 5 months ago
StoryJosh Weinstein's Theory Gone Awry Rusty N117 years 5 months ago
StoryON THE RAILS Dynamaso617 years 5 months ago
StoryI Am No One mikepyro1217 years 5 months ago
StoryYou'd think there wasn't any magic in the world chelseyflood317 years 5 months ago
StoryIt's Launched drew_gummerson417 years 5 months ago
StoryMy conception marks the end of progressive rock Brooklands217 years 5 months ago
StoryMaille, France, and hanging baskets. anipani417 years 5 months ago
StorySweat and Tears (but thankfully no Blood) jennifer517 years 5 months ago
StoryFrom The Inside Dynamaso317 years 5 months ago
StoryTuesday Blues jennifer117 years 5 months ago
StoryRecipe for disaster Caldwell117 years 5 months ago
StoryDistance capoeiragem417 years 5 months ago

My stories

Cherry

On The Beach

I reached out Waiting for my hand To be slapped away As it had been before Even though mine was alone Despite being surrounded By silent stronger types You grabbed at me

Question Answered

I watched a bird Regard a post Like it was an alien tree As I watched A thought occurred “What would the bird think of me?” Do I even rate In the bird’s view

New Tricks

It is a great distance for a single man to cover Between being alone in the world to taking a lover The intimacy required is never easily expressed
Cherry

Gone To Ground

We all know someone who takes themselves far too seriously. This is a fable about what happens to one such person.
Cherry

Decrepitude

In the back lot Behind an old grease factory A hulking metal shell Is trying its hardest to return To the earth from where it once came Rust flowers on its doors Have blossomed and climbed

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