Mr. Moon

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StoryThe Days Between Mr. Moon41 year 6 months ago
StoryThe Visit Mr. Moon63 years 1 week ago
StoryNow we are parents Mr. Moon139 years 7 months ago
StoryGuilt of the Rubicon line smokejack29 years 7 months ago
StoryA boys mind at fourteen smokejack29 years 7 months ago
StoryLegacy Mr. Moon59 years 7 months ago
CollectionWords that can't be spoken out here Mr. Moon29 years 7 months ago
StoryHappy seashore3413 years 2 months ago
StoryStuck on you seashore913 years 6 months ago
StoryKnowledge Geertje Jong913 years 6 months ago
StoryThe stranger at our table - Part One Geertje Jong1113 years 6 months ago

My stories


The Days Between

I reach across the pillow bare and caress you with my thigh and upon your lips, I gently bite and breathe your hungry sigh. You pull me close, hip to...

The Visit

You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes - a wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us. It’s a symbol, a sign that you haven...

Now we are parents

Our faces are changing, my love. Your face and mine. We're growing old, not in years so much, but together. The light is lowering in our eyes like a dying sun.


I want to carry you my mother-baby and rock you softly to sleep. Gently back to life. My scars are becoming visible as you speak. Dissolving as you tell.

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for me, this is a charged and

Posted on Fri, 12 Dec 2014

for me, this is a charged and evocative poem about the feelings of loss and desire for the life that never was but could have been and the feelings of frustration concerning the power - or lack thereof - to shape the countours of one's own life...

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