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StoryCritically Conditioned MechanicalAnimal112 years 9 months ago
StoryCancer MechanicalAnimal012 years 9 months ago
StoryBlack Dog MechanicalAnimal012 years 9 months ago
StoryAnalogy of Life in Three Lines MechanicalAnimal012 years 9 months ago
Story#1 Draft MechanicalAnimal012 years 9 months ago
CollectionMother's Ruin: Poetry Collection I MechanicalAnimal012 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Lighthouse MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryPincushion MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryMother's Ruin MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Nero Effect MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Value of Nothing MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryStill Life MechanicalAnimal112 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Bucolic Plague MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryMedication MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryMauna Loa MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryFor Scythe, My Beloved (Ode to Poe) MechanicalAnimal112 years 11 months ago
StoryGallows Humour MechanicalAnimal012 years 11 months ago
StoryDistant Point MechanicalAnimal217 years 1 month ago

My stories

The Lighthouse

There is a lighthouse In the background of the photo I have of us. We didn’t notice it at the time. If we were ships we would have run aground;

#1 Draft

So this is the end. A teardrop on a match, Life was insignificant, but enough to extinguish me. You burned me, Set me on fire, and then blew me out. I always knew this would happen,
Cherry

Pincushion

I am no longer shocked by blood. Scissors scratch what shouldn’t be touched. (How much metal can I insert under my skin?) I lack the surgeon’s skill of precision,
Cherry

Mother's Ruin

Salty air pelts his face with coarse winds, Each granule bitter in its velocity; tiny teeth and claws Riding on the sea air. Feathers must offer protection

Analogy of Life in Three Lines

A blade of grass admiring the scenery, The flowers, the trees and the rest of the greenery With the faint distant rumble of garden machinery…

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