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StoryThe Village 4 Kilb5014 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Village 5 Kilb5044 years 3 months ago
StoryA Boy of Eleven Richard L. Prov...34 years 3 months ago
StoryOn Our Way - Video hudsonmoon44 years 4 months ago
StoryReunion Kilb5044 years 4 months ago
StoryA Broken Pot’s Lament onemorething144 years 4 months ago
StoryCock n Balls Kilb5024 years 5 months ago
StoryPatriotic Poetry Please! Kilb5004 years 5 months ago
StoryBilly Ulysses in Crab County Kilb50164 years 6 months ago
Blog entrygazingstock celticman84 years 7 months ago
StoryBirthday Song Kilb5034 years 9 months ago
StoryThirteen Ways Of Looking At A Brexitbird Kilb5004 years 9 months ago
StoryWhole seashore315 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Old House Villanelle Kilb5025 years 1 month ago
Blog entrySally Rooney (2018) Normal People. celticman35 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Norwegian Poetess Kilb5075 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Ducking Stool In Leominster Church Kilb50135 years 3 months ago
StoryWhy Brexit must not be denied. hilary west45 years 3 months ago
StoryRock Me In My Cradle forest_for_ever75 years 3 months ago
StoryA Tale in delirium pkroutray15 years 3 months ago
StoryA Friend On the pyre pkroutray15 years 3 months ago
StoryI'm A Right Hard Needy Poet, Me Kilb5005 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Collected Flies Kilb5055 years 3 months ago
StoryIn the Gardens at Versailles Kilb5055 years 3 months ago
StoryProfessor Tarnasus In the Great Temple of Stone, Mud and Illusion, New Year's Day, 1918. Kilb5085 years 3 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

The Wheel in the Cave

Spring was out there somewhere/but refused to show her face
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Gunslinger in a Tutu

He rode into town on a steel dust mare and the James gang, killing time outside the dried goods store, eased up the rims of their ten-gallon hats.
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Poem of the week

Flight Path

We took flight together - left the others stranded.
Cherry

Border Crossing

These night-time walks/have a certain aura, a certain smell/invite certain metaphors
Cherry

Variations on a Poem Read at My Mother's Funeral

I missed my boat. I arrived too late. I sat on the quayside with an overnight bag.

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