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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

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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