Beeme

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StoryFear Beeme814 years 11 months ago
StoryIn My Barrio (An Improvised Tune) JoseHdz1214 years 11 months ago
StoryExplosion in a Sewer JoseHdz614 years 11 months ago
StoryRecover Beeme1214 years 11 months ago
StoryLittle things shoe1514 years 11 months ago
StoryResurrection of a Kind (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1614 years 11 months ago
StoryDiary of a twenty-first century son maggyvaneijk1414 years 12 months ago
StoryDiary of a fearful poet maggyvaneijk1414 years 12 months ago
StoryEnlightened Beeme615 years 4 days ago
StoryAlways Summer MistakenMagic2215 years 5 days ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time Silver Spun Sand2215 years 6 days ago
StoryFailing Belief Beeme1215 years 1 week ago
StorySunlit poems Beeme2015 years 2 weeks ago
StoryChardonnay and Me Silver Spun Sand1615 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNocturnal ignorance Beeme1115 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLemons seashore2215 years 2 weeks ago
StoryJust Another Poem (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand3215 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGirl with the Gypsy Earring Silver Spun Sand2315 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHalf-light Beeme615 years 3 weeks ago
StoryReading at the Lowe Library MistakenMagic3215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFor you Beeme615 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMemory Beeme415 years 3 weeks ago
StorySun dial Beeme515 years 3 weeks ago
Storywar-plans Beeme1115 years 4 weeks ago
Story'Friends' shoe1915 years 1 month 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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