MistakenMagic

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StoryLoving the Potter littleditty108 years 1 month ago
StoryWriters' Retreat maggyvaneijk218 years 2 months ago
StoryMemories of Maroc Highhat438 years 5 months ago
Storythe wedding list JupiterMoon68 years 7 months ago
StoryAN IDYLLIC AFTERNOON skinner_jennifer188 years 7 months ago
StoryOf a Saturday Silver Spun Sand228 years 8 months ago
StoryA QUICK POEM TO JIMI HENDRIX skinner_jennifer208 years 9 months ago
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74818 years 9 months ago
StoryBeautiful Fish Kilb5069 years 1 month ago
StoryEulogy alexwritings69 years 5 months ago
StoryBlack Willow Silver Spun Sand610 years 2 months ago
StoryLas Vegas 3 insertponceyfre...1610 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Adventurous Faerie skinner_jennifer2310 years 11 months ago
StoryUncle Sam Silver Spun Sand610 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Black Rose hilary west1111 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLetting Go hilary west811 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPicture at an Exhibition Silver Spun Sand1111 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Dublin Fusilier threeleafshamrock2511 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Ballad of Bill McNally kheldar511 years 2 months ago
StoryLove is Blind MistakenMagic111 years 5 months ago
StoryLas Vegas 2 insertponceyfre...1311 years 5 months ago
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StoryDali's Clock MistakenMagic3012 years 11 months ago
StoryCursed MistakenMagic012 years 11 months ago
StoryCuriosity and the Cat MistakenMagic012 years 11 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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