JoseHdz

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StoryWaiting for the Sun JoseHdz215 years 10 months ago
Storyminds. maggyvaneijk515 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Mother Netty Allen915 years 11 months ago
StoryMy get-away andrew-evans715 years 11 months ago
StoryWe Have the Same Eyes sappho1215 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Idle Pen JoseHdz1015 years 11 months ago
StoryDon't play the Victim. GabbyEmm215 years 11 months ago
StoryIn A Cafe, After The Orangerie Steve Button815 years 11 months ago
StoryCote d'Azur Silver Spun Sand3015 years 11 months ago
StoryGo and Shout it from a Mountain Tessa_Hart815 years 11 months ago
StoryWe Want It Now hadley115 years 11 months ago
StoryI Think of Her Tears JoseHdz415 years 11 months ago
StoryPlaint of the Supermarket Cashier Luly Whisper116 years 1 month ago
StoryEyes LKilby316 years 1 month ago
StoryA Room in Brooklyn Anna Marie316 years 1 month ago
StoryHaiku-The Soul Keiko Shizuru116 years 1 month 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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