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StorySeason of Mists... Silver Spun Sand1913 years 2 months ago
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StoryIdea for poem structure: A Word Symphony well-wisher813 years 3 months ago
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StoryOn Leaving MistakenMagic3113 years 3 months ago
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StoryHappy People ItsSteveDave1313 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Summer sets as does the sun well-wisher513 years 3 months ago
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Forum topicWhat does it take to get cherries? Bryan Skylar3113 years 4 months ago
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Poem of the week

Hide and Seek

"In a daze of lavender oil and mirtazapine dreams, I go looking for her. Having wandered on the wrong side of the River Wear for weeks"
Cherry

Postscript

In all our fanciful talk of crisp, white bed sheets, Romania, and teaching English, I never thought to mention we would call our son 'Ted'
Cherry

Homesickness

You know, I’d convinced myself I was actually crazy...this time I’d resigned myself to the fact that I would end up in a strait-jacket by my mid-twenties.
Cherry

A Home-coming

I don't feel particularly prodigal, nor do I really wonder if I'm a lie coming home to roost - I'm past all that.
Cherry

Coming Home

The poetry has dried up as of late, so here's a bit of prose about my last week in Durham.

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