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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Half Marathon - 1986 | mark p | 0 | 5 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Willing | mark p | 4 | 5 years 7 months ago |
| Story | The Pub | jolono | 23 | 5 years 10 months ago |
| Story | MS Found in a Hotel Room | mark p | 2 | 6 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Setting Sun | skinner_jennifer | 10 | 6 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Lauren's Tale (2010) | mark p | 1 | 7 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Struggling | mark p | 4 | 7 years 4 months ago |
My stories
Hunters and Collectors
Peacock proud and dressed to thrill Strut the night streets , bold as brass. Trip through light on heels fantastic, tiredly queueing -all clubbed out...
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- 494 reads
When I was a poet (After David Meltzer)
When I was a poet I thought I was accepted But ended up rejected. When I was a poet I thought I had it all But discovered I had nothing. When I was a...
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- 1120 reads
Memory's Playground
The rusted swings hang chained up, still, The playground gleams with broken glass A wilderness of weeds- the path Where once I walked to go to school...
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- 490 reads
Madeleine Peyroux
Not Ella nor Sarah Maybe like Billie Your voice caresses Lyrical phrases Swings with Dylan Waltzes with Cohen As you sit in the alley Lost and Alone
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- 430 reads
Cassandra Wilson
Her dark voice like velvet curling round cornet phrases unfurling in sepia-washed places miles away.
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- 441 reads