MaggieG
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Our Eulogy | MaggieG | 12 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Those Forgotten Epyllians | MaggieG | 10 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Moving Pictures of Soldiers, and Goodbyes | MaggieG | 4 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Shroud. | ScoZen | 30 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Midnight Sun | Silver Spun Sand | 14 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Deliberate Notions | Richard L. Prov... | 2 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | In Memory of Stanley Kunitz | anipani | 3 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Slam Poetry | luigi_pagano | 10 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | This Serpent Tongue Cannot Be Colonized | JoseHdz | 23 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Bird | thanksforthepar... | 15 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Forum topic | Heaven or Reincarnation? | Savx | 23 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Learning To Fly | skinner_jennifer | 27 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Windex | melisma | 4 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Clouds | Shawneigh | 6 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Naked Under Foreign Skies (Sestina) | hadley | 5 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The Kite | Richard L. Prov... | 3 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Re source | lenchenelf | 11 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Juggling For Mash | tcook | 27 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Black Cab | pinda | 1 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Afternoon at the Lagrande Jatte | Steve | 4 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | America | fromagreenhill | 5 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Forum topic | Every ABCtaler is a star. | well-wisher | 12 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | A Fisherman’s Son | Richard L. Prov... | 4 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Richard Nixon haiku | seannelson | 1 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | "Attack" on the Spider Eggs | Savx | 2 | 14 years 10 months 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.