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Storyapril that year.. maddie4848112 years 12 months ago
Storyabacus maddie4848212 years 12 months ago
Story"i drank water from your spring and let the current take me" Rumi. . maddie4848212 years 12 months ago
Collectioncollection 1a maddie4848012 years 12 months ago
Collectioncollection 1 maddie4848012 years 12 months ago
Storyworth it?? maddie4848013 years 1 month ago
StoryYou know who you are. maddie4848113 years 1 month ago
Storyvalentine, for john maddie4848113 years 1 month ago
StoryTree, by Spring. maddie4848013 years 1 month ago
Storymother maddie4848013 years 1 month ago
Storysalsa'd.. maddie4848013 years 1 month ago
Storyphyllis maddie4848013 years 1 month ago
Storyhuh.. maddie4848013 years 1 month ago
Storyjohn part 2 maddie4848013 years 1 month ago
Story27 Repetitions ankari814 years 9 months ago
StoryBy numbers gristo416 years 2 months ago
StoryIn the Beginning boxing_day416 years 5 months ago
StoryMy response to an angry female poet gristo1216 years 5 months ago
StoryYou, again.. maddie4848216 years 5 months ago
Storyfor irene, november 2001 maddie4848216 years 6 months ago
StoryBalm of a Bird jay2143316 years 6 months ago
StoryFor F.. maddie4848216 years 6 months ago
Storypoem maddie4848616 years 6 months ago
Storystonegate, york maddie4848416 years 6 months ago

My stories

You know who you are.

Where are you? Not here; out in the world with your hat on. your fingers are not on me, nor your words in my ear, nor your eyes, asking questions. My voice silent, but dialogue continues,

For F..

Looking at you my eyes opened & I saw you. You touched me my body fell into here where you are & my body wanted more. I have become more with all this wanting; i am the wanting & the more

"i drank water from your spring and let the current take me" Rumi. .

Made childlike, clumsy: the sky tilts foreboding at me, blundering blindly into the blue; and not even happy. wanting, scared to want; having, losing.... your presence rubbing me raw,

john part 2

Time grinds you fine.. your voice spiralling in and out of space to me; wheels winding us (relentless) still in parallel directions. Across the miles, your intermittent fingers stretch

stonegate, york

the rain streams, shining in grey gullies. city cobbles into wet,... tiny street darkly a-drip. Huddled in doorways, doused figures hunch tight, stained birds flapping umbrellas.

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