MaggieG
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Our Eulogy | MaggieG | 12 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Those Forgotten Epyllians | MaggieG | 10 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Moving Pictures of Soldiers, and Goodbyes | MaggieG | 4 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Shroud. | ScoZen | 30 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Midnight Sun | Silver Spun Sand | 14 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Deliberate Notions | Richard L. Prov... | 2 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | In Memory of Stanley Kunitz | anipani | 3 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Slam Poetry | luigi_pagano | 10 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | This Serpent Tongue Cannot Be Colonized | JoseHdz | 23 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Bird | thanksforthepar... | 15 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | Heaven or Reincarnation? | Savx | 23 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Learning To Fly | skinner_jennifer | 27 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Windex | melisma | 4 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Clouds | Shawneigh | 6 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Naked Under Foreign Skies (Sestina) | hadley | 5 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Kite | Richard L. Prov... | 3 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Re source | lenchenelf | 11 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Juggling For Mash | tcook | 27 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Black Cab | pinda | 1 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Afternoon at the Lagrande Jatte | Steve | 4 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | America | fromagreenhill | 5 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | Every ABCtaler is a star. | well-wisher | 12 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | A Fisherman’s Son | Richard L. Prov... | 4 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Richard Nixon haiku | seannelson | 1 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | "Attack" on the Spider Eggs | Savx | 2 | 12 years 8 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.