JupiterMoon

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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon312 years 11 months ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon012 years 11 months ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon012 years 11 months ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 2 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 2 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 5 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 6 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 7 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 7 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 8 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 8 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 8 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon213 years 9 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 9 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061313 years 9 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 9 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon313 years 9 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 9 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 9 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 9 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon213 years 12 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 4 months ago

My stories

Gold cherry

housewarming

housewarming it isn’t about avocado dips and craft beer plates nestled upon fresh pine or chrome pegs for outdoor suits soft-touch closure or the...

we don't need an autopsy to know that we're drowning

we don’t need an autopsy to know that we’re drowning beyond sight our waste bulges brick tunnels jam in the darkness all that we have left behind and...
Cherry

Trwyn Du

Trwyn Du everything ancient, is held here. the stirring of seaward stones within the bog-black skerry song of night, moon-fringed; then silvered...

lineal

lineal that which we do, has gone before; we do it raucous, yet tender, and at times, unsure. sometimes, sheer and unruffled; other times, terrified...
Cherry

pisces

pisces the cold of February, lazy-lidded and chill to the lip kiss, causes me to lose myself, in a pretence of Scandinavia. i don’t know where i am...

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