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StoryA Speckled Stone inchiki612 years 1 week ago
CollectionRhymes for a Mood & 27 Watt inchiki012 years 1 week ago
StoryTuriya inchiki112 years 1 month ago
StoryReflection on Verse 517, Guru Vachaka Kovai inchiki012 years 1 month ago
StorySushi Bar Haiku Set seannelson614 years 10 months ago
StoryNot Knowing Where I Was (I Knew Where I Was) inchiki214 years 10 months ago
StoryReports of a Disturbance in the Heart inchiki214 years 10 months ago
Storywhat they didn't tell you at Fermilab inchiki314 years 10 months ago
StoryHume Vs Popper inchiki214 years 11 months ago
Storyhallucinations in dreams inside dreams in the University of Delusiana seannelson314 years 11 months ago
StoryFresh and Clunky Louise178614 years 11 months ago
Storyvalentine, for john maddie4848115 years 6 months ago
Forum topicCherry Pickings Yazmin615 years 6 months ago
StoryUnqualified Spin Doctor Dynamaso515 years 6 months ago
StoryA Silent World luigi_pagano2515 years 6 months ago
StoryMetal Box - the poem Fran Thompson115 years 7 months ago

My stories

Not Knowing Where I Was (I Knew Where I Was)

not knowing where I was I suddenly knew where I was (with you) the moon in my heart fell up to my throat there were columns of light a bus 19 later I realised – Hyde Park Corner!

what they didn't tell you at Fermilab

if there is a Guiding Hand it is our own from the potent future where we perch in space controlling everything but especially controlling the past

Hume Vs Popper

it's not just that i feel uninspired my attempt has been as squalid as the next fumbling around with reason driven mad into the ditch only the heart kept a true course
Poem of the week

A Speckled Stone

a speckled stone round as the moon is balanced on the temple gate under that tree lies the man who placed it there centuries ago silently he awaits its fall - his final act upon the earth

Turiya

let the eye close without and open within knowing nothing I visit sleep and become happy gunned down by day my idleness stands watching as I slip into the perfume of a rose -

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