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StoryHorses nicola6218 years 5 days ago
StoryHome Alone nicola6518 years 5 days ago
StoryNo Choice Dynamaso418 years 5 days ago
Forum topicthe death of etiquette culturehero3318 years 6 days ago
StoryThe Banjo. chuck218 years 6 days ago
StoryPhilistines Ewan418 years 1 week ago
StoryKira. QueenElf418 years 1 week ago
StoryPeople Who HaiAnh1018 years 1 week ago
StoryHot Summer Blues Ewan218 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Land of a Thousand Arseholes! Mick Hanson618 years 1 week ago
StoryOn The Rails Version 2 Dynamaso318 years 1 week ago
StoryWinter Morning War Dynamaso618 years 1 week ago
StoryI have found the poetry in this house HaiAnh518 years 1 week ago
StoryJosh Weinstein's Theory Gone Awry Rusty N118 years 1 week ago
StoryON THE RAILS Dynamaso618 years 1 week ago
StoryI Am No One mikepyro1218 years 1 week ago
StoryYou'd think there wasn't any magic in the world chelseyflood318 years 1 week ago
StoryIt's Launched drew_gummerson418 years 1 week ago
StoryMy conception marks the end of progressive rock Brooklands218 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMaille, France, and hanging baskets. anipani418 years 2 weeks ago
StorySweat and Tears (but thankfully no Blood) jennifer518 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFrom The Inside Dynamaso318 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTuesday Blues jennifer118 years 2 weeks ago
StoryRecipe for disaster Caldwell118 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDistance capoeiragem418 years 2 weeks 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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