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StoryThe Old House threeleafshamrock914 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Art of Art Silver Spun Sand1514 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Wind is a Peanut Richard L. Prov...614 years 9 months ago
StoryConversations Beeme614 years 9 months ago
StoryWind Chimes in North America MistakenMagic4314 years 9 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1714 years 9 months ago
StoryBefore You Went Silver Spun Sand1614 years 9 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 20 rjnewlyn614 years 9 months ago
StoryNo Bouquet for Rose Silver Spun Sand1214 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Monarch (A Butterfly) well-wisher414 years 9 months ago
StoryBarbed wire scars Beeme214 years 9 months ago
StorySeed-beds celticman914 years 9 months ago
Storyhanging out at the void seannelson214 years 9 months ago
StoryFree Falling shoe1414 years 9 months ago
StoryThere Will Be No Other End of the World MistakenMagic2114 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Kidnapped Bride barryj11114 years 9 months ago
StoryABC tales Bad Writing Prize! ( I P ) skinner_jennifer1614 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Lavender Chair Silver Spun Sand1814 years 9 months ago
StoryBad Writing Prize (I.P.) oldpesky1014 years 9 months ago
StoryMy heart must be a mirror of the earth. well-wisher414 years 9 months ago
StoryThree and the Quarters... Silver Spun Sand1414 years 9 months ago
StorySpeech Beeme314 years 9 months ago
StoryBetrayal threeleafshamrock214 years 9 months ago
StoryLady of the Woods skinner_jennifer2314 years 9 months ago
StoryShe breaks easy Beeme1714 years 9 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Birds, Bees and Butteflies

IPOW: On googling 'Rebecca Hainsworth' I discovered that my namesake teaches creativity and problem solving through music to young childrem in Salt Lake City.
Cherry

Writing Home

IP: Red dress and Spider I curse it! Just another whore in a red dress on any street corner.
Cherry

Peter Pan Poems

They are Peter Pan poems; they refuse to grow up!

Until Spring

They sleep in the bunkers of bulbs, nestled in wombs of soil. Buried deep within the red earth of me.

Resolutions

I have made my resolution; no more, no more crying over you. Not now, not ever.

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