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Storya strand JupiterMoon012 years 3 weeks ago
Storya snowy Saturday in January and i wish you were here JupiterMoon112 years 3 weeks ago
Storya slower seasoning JupiterMoon412 years 3 weeks ago
Storya pause that isn't a pause JupiterMoon012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Page From the Calendar of Awe JupiterMoon112 years 3 weeks ago
Storya long time since i have seen an unspooled tape on the floor JupiterMoon212 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA History of the Town of Belper in Bird Sounds JupiterMoon112 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionHear the Hush of the Axe Behind You JupiterMoon012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionPricklish Allsorts JupiterMoon012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionYester than Betterday JupiterMoon012 years 3 weeks ago
Storywords make walls JupiterMoon212 years 2 months ago
Storywhat would Biggins do? JupiterMoon212 years 2 months ago
StoryYester Than Betterday JupiterMoon012 years 2 months ago
Storyyou know, whatshisname who had the desk by the watercooler JupiterMoon112 years 2 months ago
Storywithout JupiterMoon212 years 2 months ago
Storywith the lights out avocado JupiterMoon012 years 2 months ago
Storytwo is such a lonely number JupiterMoon012 years 2 months ago
Storynot in service JupiterMoon012 years 2 months ago
Storyportrait of the artist as a small man JupiterMoon312 years 2 months ago
Storyunhalf JupiterMoon112 years 2 months ago
Storymantras JupiterMoon012 years 2 months ago
Storytwo winged bugs connected by a sex act JupiterMoon012 years 2 months ago
Storytoday being Thursday JupiterMoon212 years 2 months ago
Storyking for a day JupiterMoon212 years 2 months ago
Storysimplicity JupiterMoon012 years 2 months ago

My stories

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diminuendo

diminuendo it takes her longer to laugh, a slow-fuse mulling between the words going in and the mirth coming out she straightens so many things,...
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the cosmic egg

the cosmic egg within the twilight tonight, between the eyelids of dusk and dawn, comes the equinox:
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Poem of the week

where emily walked

where emily walked the cholera cobbles clamour less, than then infants make stronger adult shapes, resilience fragile and untested words no longer...
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1984 was more than just orwell

1984 was more than just orwell richard brautigan shot himself in 1984, during the rising tide of the commodore 64, lost within a wood walled world...
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when i am gone

when i am gone there will be no words to gutter gather for a prologue any remaining clay insufficient to mould into hope fluid change will lap...
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