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StoryKnowing things Daniel Saint-John514 years 3 months ago
StoryCathedral Window. ScoZen1414 years 3 months ago
StoryThe way we were seashore3414 years 3 months ago
StoryNothing Good about Goodbye Silver Spun Sand2314 years 3 months ago
StoryWordsworth's Secret MistakenMagic1614 years 3 months ago
StoryConceptual seashore2614 years 3 months ago
StoryPaper trail shoe2014 years 3 months ago
StoryDream Cord london_calling79814 years 4 months ago
StoryNightfall Daniel Saint-John514 years 4 months ago
StoryUnder The Mistletoe (Christmas Love Song) well-wisher214 years 4 months ago
StoryScarred skinner_jennifer3114 years 4 months ago
StoryBlue on Blue Silver Spun Sand1314 years 4 months ago
StorySpace maggyvaneijk2314 years 4 months ago
StoryGay Encounters - unsexy mathematical bakery poem.. littleditty1714 years 4 months ago
StoryWhite Roses Lem414 years 4 months ago
StoryNow that you're gone, I can't quite remember which one you were - poem 3 (abroad, at sea) london_calling79714 years 4 months ago
StoryWant and Need jennifer1014 years 4 months ago
StoryEarly Snowflakes oldpesky3714 years 4 months ago
StoryYou can't go to OZ for Christmas shoe1114 years 4 months ago
StoryFor The Benefit Of A Lone Kite Dynamaso614 years 4 months ago
StorySwimming with a mermaid. ScoZen1414 years 4 months ago
StoryCowgirls in Oxford Circus maggyvaneijk2314 years 4 months ago
StoryPossibility Beeme914 years 4 months ago
StoryHey! (IP) well-wisher1214 years 4 months ago
StoryArcheologist lenchenelf814 years 4 months ago

My stories

Aftermath

The plan failed. Finally bored with burning, I pulled the plug. Sweet, certain gravity; a tornado tangoed over the hole.
Poem of the week

Une Nuit Blanche

Message from a veteran insomniac ;) I move from mountain range to foetal - twisting turning. Turning in the grooves of this grave - arms as wings, waving, waving.
Cherry

I Remember

I remember a time when the names didn’t hurt me. That hazy untouchable feeling of a strolling concrete block.
Cherry

Growing Apart

In the beginning we were like county borders – the divide only manmade; our geography the same. Like landscapes we lay entwined -

Spoils of War

The corpses of crabs float bloated and white, belly up in the shallows; the ghosts of spiders - condemned to the jaws of a plughole.

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