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StoryLoving the Potter littleditty107 years 7 months ago
StoryWriters' Retreat maggyvaneijk217 years 7 months ago
StoryMemories of Maroc Highhat447 years 10 months ago
Storythe wedding list JupiterMoon68 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAN IDYLLIC AFTERNOON skinner_jennifer188 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOf a Saturday Silver Spun Sand238 years 1 month ago
StoryA QUICK POEM TO JIMI HENDRIX skinner_jennifer208 years 2 months ago
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74818 years 2 months ago
StoryBeautiful Fish Kilb5068 years 7 months ago
StoryEulogy alexwritings68 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack Willow Silver Spun Sand69 years 7 months ago
StoryLas Vegas 3 insertponceyfre...169 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Adventurous Faerie skinner_jennifer2310 years 4 months ago
StoryUncle Sam Silver Spun Sand610 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Black Rose hilary west1110 years 5 months ago
StoryLetting Go hilary west810 years 6 months ago
StoryPicture at an Exhibition Silver Spun Sand1110 years 6 months ago
StoryMy Dublin Fusilier threeleafshamrock2510 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Ballad of Bill McNally kheldar510 years 7 months ago
StoryLove is Blind MistakenMagic110 years 10 months ago
StoryLas Vegas 2 insertponceyfre...1310 years 10 months ago
StoryLas Vegas insertponceyfre...2710 years 10 months ago
StoryDali's Clock MistakenMagic3012 years 4 months ago
StoryCursed MistakenMagic012 years 4 months ago
StoryCuriosity and the Cat MistakenMagic012 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Ithaca

I sit in the trees that are made from amber glass, making notes, and think of another tree growing in Jerusalem for those who invented God.
Cherry

Games People Play

I'm looking down through the blue gloom to a heart-shaped sea anemone that blooms purple like a familiar bruise.

Notes on a Long-Haul Flight

Bucharest is a spider's web heavy with dew. It mirrors the sky; a black expanse littered with glass, the blight mark of a fallen chandelier. A cracked wind-shield.
Gold cherry

My Family and Other Animals

Most mornings I wake at dawn. My sister snores opposite me in the double bed she claimed. "But I sleep diagonally!" "That's not a disability." There's no reasoning with some people.
Cherry

On Leaving

I am not as sentimental as I used to be. Like waiting for a delayed train, I teeter on the edge of the week, wondering if the freight load of feeling will ever arrive.

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