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StoryHighly Seasonal Being Lem18 years 2 months ago
StoryIn Case of Emergency Lem48 years 3 months ago
StoryBoxes Lem38 years 3 months ago
StoryNo, You Said Lem18 years 3 months ago
StoryJonas' Angel- Chapter 1 Lem310 years 1 month ago
StoryGreen Haven Lem210 years 1 month ago
StoryIntrovert, Interpreter Lem210 years 2 months ago
StoryAnd Spring Lem610 years 2 months ago
StoryAlive Lem210 years 5 months ago
StoryGetting down to business- the cake is also a lie on the Continent Lem010 years 9 months ago
StoryParis is the spring is magical. Supposedly. Lem110 years 9 months ago
StorySo Long, Farewell- my last few weeks in Munich Lem110 years 9 months ago
StoryN.A. Lem410 years 11 months ago
StoryStoker Chapter 2 - Happy Birthday Lem211 years 4 days ago
StoryStoker Chapter 1 - Beginning At The End Lem411 years 1 month ago
StoryBirthday Lem211 years 4 months ago
CollectionGedichte Lem011 years 7 months ago
StoryHome Lem611 years 7 months ago
Forum topic08.11.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week Luke Neima511 years 7 months ago
StoryTransit Lem111 years 9 months ago
StoryParisian Commute Lem311 years 9 months ago
StoryRoaming and Reading- ticking one more thing off my Bucket List Lem111 years 9 months ago
StoryMozart, Markets and Myriad Monsters- Munich is invaded by the Krampus Lem111 years 9 months ago
StoryEvents, Tents and Experiments Lem011 years 9 months ago
StoryA Private World of Pain Lem011 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

I Appreciate The Daisies

Sly Spring has come while we were too preoccupied to notice. Who signed off on this season change? It’s not what the doctor ordered. But when gold...
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Girls

Girls like roadside flowers dewy morning faces smeared and dusty by noon braid their hair into complications ditsy print snaggletooth dungarees and...
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Cherry

Black Night Sonnet

Until you have keened like a bird in a trap rued the spark of your very conception Stoppered your mouth and screamed into fists bloodied from flying...

The Well

I feel like the deep well into which all vessels empty. Each cup that runneth over spills its blackness into me. My soul is a pool of shadows into...

Happy You Have Her

It’s been a year and a half since our forever disintegrated into a never again. We reserve strangely formal virtual conversations for birthdays, for...

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