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Storyapril that year.. maddie4848112 years 3 months ago
Storyabacus maddie4848212 years 3 months ago
Story"i drank water from your spring and let the current take me" Rumi. . maddie4848212 years 3 months ago
Collectioncollection 1a maddie4848012 years 3 months ago
Collectioncollection 1 maddie4848012 years 3 months ago
Storyworth it?? maddie4848012 years 5 months ago
StoryYou know who you are. maddie4848112 years 5 months ago
Storyvalentine, for john maddie4848112 years 5 months ago
StoryTree, by Spring. maddie4848012 years 5 months ago
Storymother maddie4848012 years 5 months ago
Storysalsa'd.. maddie4848012 years 5 months ago
Storyphyllis maddie4848012 years 5 months ago
Storyhuh.. maddie4848012 years 5 months ago
Storyjohn part 2 maddie4848012 years 5 months ago
Story27 Repetitions ankari814 years 1 month ago
StoryBy numbers gristo415 years 6 months ago
StoryIn the Beginning boxing_day415 years 9 months ago
StoryMy response to an angry female poet gristo1215 years 9 months ago
StoryYou, again.. maddie4848215 years 9 months ago
Storyfor irene, november 2001 maddie4848215 years 10 months ago
StoryBalm of a Bird jay2143315 years 10 months ago
StoryFor F.. maddie4848215 years 10 months ago
Storypoem maddie4848615 years 10 months ago
Storystonegate, york maddie4848415 years 10 months ago

My collections

My stories

april that year..

Small dark quiet space, a branching, reaching, fingering of roots, a stretch of stem; sap is rising -stirring seed, budding tree... slow, relentless, unstoppable, sweet as air; old as time...

Tree, by Spring.

Leaning on the sky, strong silhouette delicate as lace; unclothed branches stretch, spreading thin traceries, bark on blue.. this winter tree is last to green;

You, again..

Silence of the phone stretches to weeks; you always fading, moving backwards, dimmed. I do & don't care, watching my wanting; you're in my head, hopeless; your presence had me fixed, focused;

worth it??

A leaf in the air - you danced past me, whirling fingers open to everyone, touching on me... Fit dancers body my foreign landscape briefly I relearnt how now vanishes

huh..

you know I don't see you much you stand there like an everyone with your shirt and all and your skin in the present tense and i want you special your eyes are dark like jet

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