JoseHdz
Primary tabs
| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | minds. | maggyvaneijk | 5 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | My Mother | Netty Allen | 9 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | My get-away | andrew-evans | 7 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | We Have the Same Eyes | sappho | 12 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Idle Pen | JoseHdz | 10 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Don't play the Victim. | GabbyEmm | 2 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | In A Cafe, After The Orangerie | Steve Button | 8 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Cote d'Azur | Silver Spun Sand | 30 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Go and Shout it from a Mountain | Tessa_Hart | 8 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | We Want It Now | hadley | 1 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | I Think of Her Tears | JoseHdz | 4 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Plaint of the Supermarket Cashier | Luly Whisper | 1 | 15 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Eyes | LKilby | 3 | 15 years 1 month ago |
| Story | A Room in Brooklyn | Anna Marie | 3 | 15 years 1 month ago |
| Story | seasons | Twelvestopsandhome | 1 | 15 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Haiku-The Soul | Keiko Shizuru | 1 | 15 years 1 month ago |
My stories
The Border Within
They have built a border: When they want their fruits and vegetables at the dinner table-- Between sweaty fields/ and their inherent privilege.
- Read more about The Border Within
- 9 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 2483 reads
Remember Rembrandt?
Twin Towers Correctional Facility; Los Angeles, Ca;— I was starring at the abstract Pattern on the ceiling, Comparing it to Michelangelo’s Last Judgment: The way it flared; the
- Read more about Remember Rembrandt?
- 2 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1012 reads
A Mountain of a Dream
Los Angeles is visible Beyond the rising towers And the holy Hollywood Sign:
- Read more about A Mountain of a Dream
- 7 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 2113 reads
the silent corn seed
At tender dawn, When the proud roosters Begin to sing, We rise like spring flowers, And walk To the hungry corn stalks To cultivate the ancient land.
- Read more about the silent corn seed
- 3 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1252 reads
To Say the Least
The wooden pews were like a somber box: I seemed to almost float on rising rocks. The moon arose and roses seemed to glow beyond the twinkling stars of cloudy night; somewhere where yesterday...
- Read more about To Say the Least
- Log in to post comments
- 826 reads