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StoryVirgin of Winter well-wisher413 years 4 months ago
StoryA Midsummer Night's Dream (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1613 years 4 months ago
StoryBlown away. Highhat2713 years 4 months ago
StoryA picture of you. ScoZen2413 years 4 months ago
StoryNature of the Beast Silver Spun Sand1513 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Gift Beeme313 years 4 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 4 months ago
StoryChristmas Dreams jolono3113 years 4 months ago
StoryChapter Five: Matthew maggyvaneijk513 years 4 months ago
StoryLady M Silver Spun Sand1013 years 4 months ago
StoryHome Sweet Home iDrew613 years 4 months ago
StoryMerry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence Silver Spun Sand1013 years 4 months ago
StoryHey Joe... Silver Spun Sand1313 years 4 months ago
StoryIthaca MistakenMagic1413 years 5 months ago
StoryYou have to Laugh...Don't You? Silver Spun Sand1613 years 6 months ago
StoryMother Nature's Plan skinner_jennifer3813 years 6 months ago
StoryFate II shoe713 years 6 months ago
StoryHolding On To Nothing jolono2913 years 6 months ago
StoryCherries Are Not the Only Fruit Silver Spun Sand1713 years 6 months ago
StoryPolenta lenchenelf513 years 6 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 6 months ago
StoryBreathing to the music of a New York street piano maggyvaneijk2513 years 6 months ago
StoryNotes on a Long-Haul Flight MistakenMagic1913 years 7 months ago
StoryFive Instances of Water and Memory Kilb50613 years 7 months ago
Forum topicThe Grapes of Wrath karl_wiggins913 years 7 months ago

My stories

Gold cherry

Dali's Clock

I fear that I loved you so much I made you up. Wrapped in a towel, I look for evidence of your being here; your empty coffee mug on the table, a pound coin on the kitchen floor...
Cherry

Alors, On Danse

We are sitting at a table on the terrace, blowing smoke into our coffee, and throwing our heads back to laugh.

Bad Writing Prize (Inspiration Point)

It was a wet and windy night, though not necessarily in that order...

There Will Be No Other End of the World

And now, what is left after the end of the world? The dark smell of brown sugar in an empty kitchen, my cousins playing cricket in the park...
Poem of the week

Wind Chimes in North America

Prayers return to my lips like a reluctant lover. Now I talk to God the way one talks to a coma patient...

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