harrietmacmillan
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The Pilgrim Soul | harrietmacmillan | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Plague | harrietmacmillan | 1 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Heart Library | harrietmacmillan | 1 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Hailstones | harrietmacmillan | 2 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Gold and Trinkets Glitter in the Flame | harrietmacmillan | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Lake | harrietmacmillan | 5 | 13 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Spinothalamic Tract | harrietmacmillan | 1 | 13 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Oxford, | harrietmacmillan | 3 | 14 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | When We Were Seventeen | harrietmacmillan | 3 | 14 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Half-Asleep | harrietmacmillan | 2 | 14 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Unquestioning | harrietmacmillan | 10 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Magpie Mile | harrietmacmillan | 2 | 14 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Cailleach | harrietmacmillan | 3 | 14 years 1 month ago |
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Oxford,
Oxford, Don’t let us pretend that we are in paradise. It’s not that it isn’t very nice, for it is. It’s just that Oxford is like an antique tea-cup in which
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Half-Asleep
I read you my poems when you are half-asleep Because I am so terrified of your commentary. A word from you could unravel me, Leaving me as yarn in a new labyrinth.
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When We Were Seventeen
Why is it that even now, space and time suspending A bold battlement between us, I cannot write about you? Oh yes, you live here veiled in such a vague frame,
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Hailstones
Since Good Friday, the bells have not rung and thus we wait, Suspended in timeless silence, anticipating Sunday. The morning brought scant sun but enough, just enough,
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Unexpecting
Here am I, darling mother host: your parasitic flesh and blood, Evicted, undercooked. A flower senseless and scentless. You did not think I would be like this.
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