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Forum topicThe Griffin Poetry Book Prize Richard L. Prov...712 years 10 months ago
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StoryGirl by the lake, standing seashore2512 years 10 months ago
StoryI have come here for your name lavadis812 years 10 months ago
StoryEvery woman is every woman Calmcarl312 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Gweat Wed Dwagon And The Woman Clothed In The Thun The Walrus1212 years 10 months ago
StoryCheck Mate sid2912 years 11 months ago
StoryOxygen Highhat2312 years 11 months ago
StoryAdam's Crib maudsy612 years 11 months ago
StoryPortrait of an artist, sleeping seashore2512 years 11 months ago
StoryHer eyes belonged to infinity lavadis2812 years 11 months ago
StoryLetters of War: Preview RubenMiyazaki612 years 11 months ago
StoryGhostwriter hey_shrugsshoulders312 years 11 months ago
StoryThe day before the day before you died lavadis1912 years 11 months ago
StoryTamarind Sharmily1312 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Little Faces Pixie412 years 11 months ago
StorySisters colonel_hackney212 years 11 months ago
Storysomething and nothing sid3012 years 11 months ago
StoryAUTUMN ROSE Linda Wigzell Cress2112 years 11 months ago
StoryOne Way Ticket jolono1912 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Inspector. Maxine Jasmin-Green212 years 11 months ago
StoryJanuary blighters rock3012 years 11 months ago
StoryDon't Forget to Play Pretend amglam112 years 11 months ago
StoryDon't Forget Your Family amglam312 years 11 months ago
StorySympathy for the Devil MS1212 years 11 months ago

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My mother was a cyclops

My mother was a cyclops which made her hard to love she had the patina of humanity but the hues of light and darkness which billowed and susurrated...
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Other trains

Her voice was like the Siberian air masses which chill the eastern slopes of the Urals She worked the tables in the kind of bar which claims to be in...
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Her 64th boyfriend

I was her 64th boyfriend they came and went like heads of corn in a thresher terrifying in their insignificance so now she was keeping count She...
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Her body is like Winter

‘I am no-one’s cunt’ said Drain , the words circling his head like winsome frost fairies. He was wearing the fake sheepskin coat that Moss brought...
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Scattered and diffused

"Dad?" "Is that?" "How can we...?" "I found a telephone, except it's not actually a telephone....it's for....you can use it to call someone who is...

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