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StoryPainting for Lemonade JupiterMoon112 years 6 months ago
StoryThe 'I' of Motion JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
StoryMeet the Fuc**rs JupiterMoon112 years 6 months ago
Storythe wrong hands for the R.A.F. JupiterMoon112 years 6 months ago
Storythe principal of one lost shoe JupiterMoon112 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Elegant Chef JupiterMoon112 years 6 months ago
Storythe same deep water as me JupiterMoon212 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Waltons and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder JupiterMoon212 years 6 months ago
Storyman with broom for head JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
Storythe sea hog at noon JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Yes/No Door Creak JupiterMoon112 years 6 months ago
StoryRevolt of the Albumen JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
Storyi know why the caged bird smokes JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
Storyisn't anything JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
Storyif this life is a library, we're sure quiet now JupiterMoon212 years 6 months ago
Storygreenland JupiterMoon212 years 6 months ago
Storyhow spiders make the most of our world JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
Storyhow Richard Brautigan gave us the words for all the artificial voices in the world JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Fifteen JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Thirteen and a half JupiterMoon112 years 6 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Thirteen JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Eleven and whatever JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Eleven JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Nine and a half JupiterMoon112 years 6 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Nine JupiterMoon012 years 6 months ago

My stories

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for Klavdiya Plotnikova

for Klavdiya Plotnikova your native tongue approached extinction yet ardent for the running juice of red berries when whispered over withered herbs...
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never had sex with dylan

never had sex with dylan
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a minute darker

a minute darker the year swings, branch hung and loose limbed becoming something; abandoning something tonight, the horizon rears and scalps the dark...
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Poem of the week

me six, you still seven

as the country shivered through another winter, not quite discontent – but undoubtedly bitter
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this weather station

this weather station positioned at a distance remote and true, this structure stands still recording changes in the air; the observed passing of time...

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