MechanicalAnimal

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StoryCritically Conditioned MechanicalAnimal112 years 10 months ago
StoryCancer MechanicalAnimal012 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack Dog MechanicalAnimal012 years 10 months ago
StoryAnalogy of Life in Three Lines MechanicalAnimal012 years 10 months ago
Story#1 Draft MechanicalAnimal012 years 10 months ago
CollectionMother's Ruin: Poetry Collection I MechanicalAnimal012 years 10 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 2 months ago

My stories

Still Life

By MechanicalAnimal on Fri, 10 Apr 2009

I can still live In this still life With this still love… But you still leave.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

The Bucolic Plague

By MechanicalAnimal on Fri, 10 Apr 2009

The road was dirt, dust and grass, scattering beneath our feet. Cows grazed unaware where we walked, Involved like children with cherished toys.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Medication

By MechanicalAnimal on Fri, 10 Apr 2009

Dear Doctor, I was dying. How kind of you to save me. (How kind of you to save me) Sweet little pill, My future contained in one small pill, Luminous with life giving potential.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15

Mauna Loa

By MechanicalAnimal on Mon, 30 Mar 2009

My anger is the hammer That nailed Jesus to the cross. It burns the fragile earth, Scattering pieces of hearts at my feet. It's likely that some of yours is there,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 18

Distant Point

By MechanicalAnimal on Mon, 30 Mar 2009

The enveloping cold shrouds the fields; The sheep, camouflaged, sleep. You can hear the crispness of the air Almost crackling with loe energy. Everytime you breathe you see your mark is left,
Autobiography
Certificate PG

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