JupiterMoon

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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon312 years 12 months ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon012 years 12 months ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon012 years 12 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 8 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 9 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 9 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 9 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 10 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 10 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 10 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 10 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 1 week 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

sleeping lines

sleeping lines the track lines of recent dreaming, are etched into your skin like yesterday’s fossils. speaking silent of the inconvenience of mornings, plucked from our own,

kyi po tang

kyi po tang sometimes, all you need is a roaring river sunset, and a new Neil Young & Crazy Horse album.

how spiders make the most of our world

how spiders make the most of our world as a strawberry red sky pours into one of the seven hills, the air is strung with the ghost wail of a bus at daybreak. lit with the white

owl for the morning

owl for the morning whilst the twilight still sleeps in shivering dreams, the beat of wings flutters through the cold trees, branches at slumber. and you call from just beneath
Cherry

family photograph

family photograph it might never be better than this: the close shouldered assembly line smile, forced against a sea blue background. neither of you can work the camera.

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