MaggieG
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Our Eulogy | MaggieG | 12 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Those Forgotten Epyllians | MaggieG | 10 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Moving Pictures of Soldiers, and Goodbyes | MaggieG | 4 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Shroud. | ScoZen | 30 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Midnight Sun | Silver Spun Sand | 14 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Deliberate Notions | Richard L. Prov... | 2 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | In Memory of Stanley Kunitz | anipani | 3 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Slam Poetry | luigi_pagano | 10 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | This Serpent Tongue Cannot Be Colonized | JoseHdz | 23 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Bird | thanksforthepar... | 15 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Heaven or Reincarnation? | Savx | 23 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Learning To Fly | skinner_jennifer | 27 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Windex | melisma | 4 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Clouds | Shawneigh | 6 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Naked Under Foreign Skies (Sestina) | hadley | 5 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Kite | Richard L. Prov... | 3 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Re source | lenchenelf | 11 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Juggling For Mash | tcook | 27 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Black Cab | pinda | 1 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Afternoon at the Lagrande Jatte | Steve | 4 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | America | fromagreenhill | 5 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Every ABCtaler is a star. | well-wisher | 12 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | A Fisherman’s Son | Richard L. Prov... | 4 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Richard Nixon haiku | seannelson | 1 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | "Attack" on the Spider Eggs | Savx | 2 | 14 years 1 month ago |
My stories
Our Eulogy
Let them regurgitate some such softness to warm the belly, like mother to young. We will be corpses of nourishment. A labor sometimes too hard to swallow when alive.
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The Surreal Monologue of a Baby Grand Played… in Sexual Minor
What frisks Maestros upon this, these slits between white, black raised, inner ivory chest nibbed with shrill ebony tinge? It is all about the tone of cracks…
Excrements of Soul, and Burial Cloths of Immortal Resurrection
Rheums of revelations; crusted fallacies eloquently parabled with a fingertip, these boogery symbols profoundly offered in tissued expressions of faith.