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StoryGrief, a dislike of that littleditty63 years 3 months ago
Storythe secondary residence mikilowe011 years 9 months ago
Storywill we be ugly mikilowe111 years 10 months ago
Storybutterflies, methelyne mikilowe111 years 11 months ago
Storythis is not a love poem mikilowe011 years 11 months ago
StoryLILY-LIVERED mikilowe011 years 11 months ago
Storywinter love mikilowe111 years 12 months ago
Storychiaroscuro mikilowe112 years 1 week ago
StoryLittle venus mikilowe112 years 3 weeks ago
Storyplease dont get dressed mikilowe312 years 3 weeks ago
Storydrunken boat mikilowe012 years 1 month ago
StoryWhen you take her out mikilowe312 years 2 months ago
StoryDavid mikilowe212 years 2 months ago
StoryTalking in litotes mikilowe012 years 2 months ago
Storywalking the plank mikilowe212 years 3 months ago
StorySkint skint skint mikilowe012 years 4 months ago
Storyby the clock tower PART ll mikilowe112 years 4 months ago
Storyby the clock tower, night PART I mikilowe012 years 4 months ago
Storyet soudain, le vide mikilowe012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Low Down mikilowe012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe swelling mikilowe112 years 5 months ago
Storythe Cave. mikilowe212 years 5 months ago
Story10th August mikilowe012 years 5 months ago
StoryTo make a heart out of guts mikilowe112 years 5 months ago
StoryThe cockroaches mikilowe012 years 5 months ago

My stories

the secondary residence

once for a while i had 2 sets of keys for 2 different doors. in the middle of the night, i would go and sit in my secondary residence, which was an...

will we be ugly

shall we become listless drowsy and dull like festering fruits on tables tired little hums winding down to silence with stones ,in our guts after we'...

butterflies, methelyne

At night sometimes she sits , on the edge of her window then fills up a ceramic basin to wash the dust out of her eyes. she fills a cup with more...

this is not a love poem

shall we talk about poets my one, we don't really do love poems do we, shall we talk of what we did, the meals you served at night on big white...

LILY-LIVERED

Lily-livered Lover I wanted lion hearts so i shaped one in clay and placed it between your lungs. And i thought of you, a long time after- until- i...

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