mattstreatham

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Storybreathless mattstreatham112 years 11 months ago
CollectionPoems mattstreatham012 years 11 months ago
CollectionShort Stories mattstreatham012 years 11 months ago
StoryNatasha mattstreatham013 years 1 month ago
StoryMaputo Revisited mattstreatham013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Malabar Coast mattstreatham013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Winter King mattstreatham013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn Exile. mattstreatham113 years 1 month ago
StoryHalf Light mattstreatham013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn the Neighbourhood mattstreatham113 years 1 month ago
StoryEnduring Brixton mattstreatham413 years 1 month ago
Storyder Kerzenhalter mattstreatham113 years 1 month ago
StoryDishonest Love mattstreatham314 years 10 months ago
StoryNow She is Six... Silver Spun Sand2615 years 5 days ago
Story'It's Over...' Silver Spun Sand1415 years 5 days ago
StoryAlone cormacru999615 years 5 days ago
StoryIn Rajasthan mattstreatham315 years 1 week ago
StoryMoon Over Chisinau mattstreatham215 years 1 week ago
StoryAmber zk515 years 1 week ago
StoryNot Really A Proper Poem Steve Button315 years 1 week ago
StoryMaputo mattstreatham415 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Rocky Shore mattstreatham215 years 1 week ago

My collections

My stories

breathless

i want to hold your face between my hands and study it like goddard jump-cutting to the back of sebergs head in a speeding car attempting to capture the beauty of sunlight

Natasha

She totters on new heels along the Kings Road young slender delicate hair freshly blown expensive apparel the most costly of scents in return for affection she expects only the best.

Half Light

It had been nagging at him all morning, like an itch demanding to be scratched. He busied himself with work, making calls and chasing leads, but the irritation remained.

Maputo Revisited

There remain days when I miss your dark fountain of hair the caramel skin and glistening lips. Nights when I long for portugese whispers in the darkness as you press close to me.

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