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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 3 weeks ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon314 years 3 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 4 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

the nine ladies

the nine ladies you are sleeping now. slumbering stones warmed by the sun, your mossed flanks tickled by the kiss of a fragile breeze. late with the dance of purpled night,

nightfall over Whitby

nightfall over Whitby night strung in shining jet, the outline of extinguished boats glimmering, in the moment, where the tide, graceful necked and headless, pours out into the more.

at night they play music to the plants

at night they play music to the plants strung from the curved wooden sky, strange metallic shapes, like badly drawn megaphones in dolphin grey. in the early light

the 71 Haight-Noriega brings a simple truth home

the 71 Haight-Noriega brings a simple truth home today, there is singing on the bus. it seems like an imagination, but it is very real. and beautiful in its innocence.
Cherry

memory bisque

memory bisque the hot glow of metal, running loose beyond the window, brings back holidays: a kaleidoscopic L.A. freeway, glinting sun gold and teeth white. mine to visit,

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