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StoryThe Sloth and the Moth beaste314 years 10 months ago
StoryFading Beeme214 years 10 months ago
Storymusic song Kahdai314 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Widow Next Door Silver Spun Sand1814 years 10 months ago
StoryHolocaust Stone - Hyde Park. (April 15th, 2005) littleditty1114 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Line of Beauty Silver Spun Sand2014 years 10 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 8 rjnewlyn914 years 10 months ago
StoryDiary of a fearful poet maggyvaneijk1414 years 10 months ago
StoryPresent Imperfect Silver Spun Sand2214 years 10 months ago
StoryA Work in Progress barryj1814 years 10 months ago
StoryDevil incarnate Beeme514 years 10 months ago
StorySilence shoe814 years 10 months ago
StoryEnlightened Beeme614 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Long and the Short of it Silver Spun Sand2214 years 10 months ago
StoryWHO AM I? Zemikael Habte ...214 years 10 months ago
StoryMonday's Child (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand814 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Young Poet threeleafshamrock414 years 10 months ago
StoryLittle things shoe1514 years 10 months ago
StoryLest This Day kheldar1114 years 10 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time Silver Spun Sand2214 years 10 months ago
Story#Ruaumoko #haiku littleditty714 years 10 months ago
StoryFailure to Launch barryj1914 years 11 months ago
StoryDiary of a twenty-first century son maggyvaneijk1414 years 11 months ago
StoryPaper Proof jennifer1114 years 11 months ago
StoryHer Rucksack Silver Spun Sand3214 years 11 months ago

My stories

The Condemned

And you were the north - everything pointed to you. All my heart had to do was follow the signs.

Anything to Forget

I wander into my father's tool shed. My fingers twitch for a hammer To smash at my temples so that the memories May drip from my ear that witnessed His whispers, his promises.
Cherry

This Prison

I wake to a blue and yellow pastel dawn Chalked with white clouds And I know I dreamt about you again.
Cherry

Rain in July

She taps her red pumps On the stool as she gazes Out of the window of the Samaritans Charity shop. She stands out Like a snow white moth Against a grimy window pane.

Bittersweet

In the attic She lies beneath A blue square of sky Clinging to the bed clothes She can still smell The cake he baked for her

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