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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 9 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

how Richard Brautigan gave us the words for all the artificial voices in the world

how Richard Brautigan gave us the words for all the artificial voices in the world 1969 wrapped up as sounds. a last will and testament fifteen years too soon. smiling words,
Cherry

let there be light

let there be light inside the mole dark, shivered like a slim fit bandage of blackest crepe, the rooms sink, slithering smaller and nearer and damper and colder and closer and then
Cherry

a long time since i have seen an unspooled tape on the floor

a long time since I have seen an unspooled tape on the floor growing up, my gingerbread kingdom, would often be riddled with the metallic brown linguine, of a dismembered cassette.
Cherry

snail

snail back curled and tourmaline. your infinite, soft stroked hatchings remind; bring forth whispered remnants, from another time. your dawn pavement, now faces an onslaught-

faces in the felled tree

faces in the felled tree what was once a mighty oak, is now no more, than a mighty sadness, slashed and bleeding on the woodland floor. some weeks ago, a man in overalls

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