Beeme

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StoryIn My Barrio (An Improvised Tune) JoseHdz1215 years 1 month ago
StoryExplosion in a Sewer JoseHdz615 years 1 month ago
StoryRecover Beeme1215 years 2 months ago
StoryLittle things shoe1515 years 2 months ago
StoryResurrection of a Kind (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1615 years 2 months ago
StoryDiary of a twenty-first century son maggyvaneijk1415 years 2 months ago
StoryDiary of a fearful poet maggyvaneijk1415 years 2 months ago
StoryEnlightened Beeme615 years 2 months ago
StoryAlways Summer MistakenMagic2215 years 2 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time Silver Spun Sand2215 years 2 months ago
StoryFailing Belief Beeme1215 years 3 months ago
StorySunlit poems Beeme2015 years 3 months ago
StoryChardonnay and Me Silver Spun Sand1615 years 3 months ago
StoryNocturnal ignorance Beeme1115 years 3 months ago
StoryLemons seashore2215 years 3 months ago
StoryJust Another Poem (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand3215 years 3 months ago
StoryGirl with the Gypsy Earring Silver Spun Sand2315 years 3 months ago
StoryHalf-light Beeme615 years 3 months ago
StoryReading at the Lowe Library MistakenMagic3215 years 3 months ago
StoryFor you Beeme615 years 3 months ago
StoryMemory Beeme415 years 3 months ago
StorySun dial Beeme515 years 3 months ago
Storywar-plans Beeme1115 years 3 months ago
Story'Friends' shoe1915 years 3 months ago
StoryDevil's Footprints Beeme415 years 3 months ago

My stories

This is not a love letter

Dear ______ Letter number 1. Written but the words are sparse and untidy.
Cherry

Quietly sinking

I saw you, your hands quilted in shade. Shaky but clasping a bottle of beer. There was something so defining and desperate, in your touch. All pre-positioned delicance,
Cherry

Intervention

You say "I don't remember." but that's all I do. Think back and hold on tight. Hands in prayer or frantic; gripping at your skin, leaving tyre-track handprints which tarnish your prestige.

Spinning

"What have you seen today? Your mother wipes the same dishes turns them over between her hands. The indents on the china creased like her palms."

IP

Awoken in a nightmare, never got up.

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