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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 3 months ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 3 months ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 3 months ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 6 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 6 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 8 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 10 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 11 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 11 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon314 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon114 years 2 weeks ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon314 years 2 weeks ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon214 years 1 month ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear914 years 1 month ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061314 years 1 month ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon214 years 1 month ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1114 years 1 month ago
StoryKorn lavadis414 years 1 month ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis714 years 1 month ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 3 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 5 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 8 months ago

My stories

Cherry

cigarettes at dawn for the poetry group

cigarettes at dawn for the poetry group the problem with writers, is that they are not as interested in each other’s work, as they claim to be. for beneath the polite

if this life is a library, we're sure quiet now

is this life is a library, we’re sure quiet now lives passing by have started to remind me, of borrowed people i no longer see. like a spill of yesterdays, leaking from a walled-up

fade

fade every early morning, i scrape down the last light from the constellations; stars, i feel suit my demands. sifting, rinsing them through shivering hands; sky wishes too hot to hold.
Cherry

an equator of traffic jammed

an equator of traffic jam back east, a low showing ramp stuck out like a tongue, pokes from a delivery suite. shackled in traction, automated birthing partners breathe out

words make walls

words make walls they are married, i gather, and have met for breakfast coffee. he settles behind a Guardian, and a look of disgust. she fingers a croissant, trying to catch the eye

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