Caldwell

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StoryWriter's block Caldwell03 years 1 month ago
StoryFolk tale Caldwell45 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Language of The Leaves Caldwell25 years 8 months ago
StoryMonster poem Caldwell110 years 7 months ago
StoryCruising like a pigeon Caldwell110 years 8 months ago
StoryComing home Caldwell510 years 8 months ago
StoryChildhood Sweethearts Caldwell310 years 8 months ago
StoryBarcelona - a moment Caldwell510 years 8 months ago
Forum topicA difficult end Caldwell110 years 8 months ago
Forum topicTo convince others convince yourself first? Caldwell310 years 8 months ago
Forum topicThe world, constructed through language always leaves something uncovered... Caldwell310 years 8 months ago
Forum topicJane Gardam's The Queen of the Tambourine Caldwell010 years 8 months ago
CollectionNonsense Caldwell010 years 8 months ago
CollectionLyrics Caldwell010 years 8 months ago
CollectionShort Prose Caldwell010 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoetry Caldwell010 years 8 months ago
CollectionKids Stories Caldwell010 years 8 months ago
StoryYou're prettier with a membrane, darling. Caldwell310 years 9 months ago
StoryPhotons Caldwell010 years 9 months ago
StorySweetness Caldwell310 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Goth-Wish For Winter Caldwell010 years 9 months ago
StoryMissing Caldwell010 years 9 months ago
StoryRecipe for disaster Caldwell110 years 9 months ago
StoryUnderstanding doesn't come with age Caldwell010 years 9 months ago
StoryLibrary Serenade Caldwell210 years 9 months ago

My stories

Writer's block

Words is words is words is words Words is hurdles and wing-clipped, poor birds Words is a field with a ramshackle fence Running barbed-wire rings...
Gold cherry

Folk tale

She was cold and she was tired She'd seen it all and she'd walked for miles in those shoes But everybody looked right through her Afraid that they...

The Language of The Leaves

Born of a dream I had recently . It's the future. Electricity is no longer an option. Technology is now powered by plants. A crazy, progressive scientist has learned how to harvest the telepathic power of plants and can send messages through trees, grass etc. On top of that, other things that we thought impossible are happening. You can watch organic TV with phosphors. Wires are roots with fast flowing xylem (or is that phloem?). Forests are alive in a different way because of it. Insects move differently. The air smells pure. At night everyone sleeps. We live again mostly according to the light of the sun.

Monster poem

Woven deeply with mud and rain The mossy flesh monster howls Dug from the rotten, tight-wound roots With axes and picks and trowels In a halo of steam he reaches and wails
Cherry

Coming home

It's alright now He's in your arms He's in your arms and he's beautiful He's coming home Seemingly so fragile But he's really oh so strong Nothing could prepare you

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