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Storyminds. maggyvaneijk515 years 5 months ago
StoryMy Mother Netty Allen915 years 5 months ago
StoryMy get-away andrew-evans715 years 5 months ago
StoryWe Have the Same Eyes sappho1215 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Idle Pen JoseHdz1015 years 5 months ago
StoryDon't play the Victim. GabbyEmm215 years 5 months ago
StoryIn A Cafe, After The Orangerie Steve Button815 years 5 months ago
StoryCote d'Azur Silver Spun Sand3015 years 5 months ago
StoryGo and Shout it from a Mountain Tessa_Hart815 years 5 months ago
StoryWe Want It Now hadley115 years 5 months ago
StoryI Think of Her Tears JoseHdz415 years 5 months ago
StoryPlaint of the Supermarket Cashier Luly Whisper115 years 7 months ago
StoryEyes LKilby315 years 7 months ago
StoryA Room in Brooklyn Anna Marie315 years 7 months ago
Storyseasons Twelvestopsandhome115 years 7 months ago
StoryHaiku-The Soul Keiko Shizuru115 years 7 months ago

My stories

Cherry

let's call her April

I used to look for my voice at the Bottom of liquor stores.
Cherry

Waiting for the Sun

The Santa Ana winds were thunderously howling on Venice Boulevard, but the slippery streets were nonetheless at ease with the silence of the moon.
Cherry

Not Even a Rose

This is the same world in which Sylvia Plath retired her pen (In a confessional oven); Nothing is perfect: Not even a poem.
Cherry

2084

“He loved Big Brother.” --George Orwell; 1984. …sometimes: If I haven’t Turned On The Television set
Cherry

The Idle Pen

For someone who is an aspiring writer I still never seem to Find a pen when I need one; Much less a crucifix. Eventually, though, After I’ve checked under Every book Piled on my bed,

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