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StoryHalf-lives II Parson Thru412 years 8 months ago
StoryOn love (and other things) Parson Thru312 years 8 months ago
StoryJust passing through Parson Thru212 years 8 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1812 years 8 months ago
StoryTo hold just once Parson Thru712 years 8 months ago
Storyaridity in the garden seannelson512 years 9 months ago
StoryNo Fairytale (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1412 years 9 months ago
StoryChances Beeme812 years 9 months ago
StoryEnduring Brixton mattstreatham512 years 9 months ago
StoryNopales for Breakfast JoseHdz2612 years 9 months ago
StoryCicada Songs cormacru9991612 years 9 months ago
StorySilence the scream Parson Thru412 years 9 months ago
StoryThe sleep of trees fromagreenhill312 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Light Parson Thru212 years 10 months ago
StoryAn Antelope With Issues caribou_412 years 10 months ago
StorySpare me Parson Thru312 years 10 months ago
StoryLast light Steve Button1812 years 10 months ago
StoryX Leaves A Flower - entered for the Margaret Reid Competition! maisie1112 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Thief Parson Thru412 years 10 months ago
StoryWhen Classically Trained Musicians Meet And Make Love - IP Dynamaso2912 years 10 months ago
StorySomeday, My Turn Richard L. Prov...412 years 10 months ago
StoryFrom a dream Parson Thru812 years 10 months ago

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Gold cherry

Madame Maserati

Madame Maserati takes her usual seat by the river, at the foot of the red corporate canyon. She lights her usual cigarette, sends her usual text to her usual lover, draws a number of times

On love (and other things)

Thoughtful moment on shared existence.

Just passing through

See my soul, exposed and helpless, gossamer frosted-sugar shell. Shatters at each careless jolt, melts at every touch. Catch my eyes, unprotected and naïve, betrayers of my soul.

Abraham Jones - Pt 1

Having flickered on the edge of death for over two weeks, Abraham Jones opens his steely-grey eyes to the world of the living.

Half-lives II

Monday morning larceny, I steal your time and drink your tea. One child to school, one still in bed, homework checked and pets are fed. You’ve taught me some amazing facts.

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