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StoryGrief, a dislike of that littleditty61 year 9 months ago
Storythe secondary residence mikilowe010 years 3 months ago
Storywill we be ugly mikilowe110 years 3 months ago
Storybutterflies, methelyne mikilowe110 years 4 months ago
Storythis is not a love poem mikilowe010 years 5 months ago
StoryLILY-LIVERED mikilowe010 years 5 months ago
Storywinter love mikilowe110 years 5 months ago
Storychiaroscuro mikilowe110 years 6 months ago
StoryLittle venus mikilowe110 years 6 months ago
Storyplease dont get dressed mikilowe310 years 6 months ago
Storydrunken boat mikilowe010 years 7 months ago
StoryWhen you take her out mikilowe310 years 8 months ago
StoryDavid mikilowe210 years 8 months ago
StoryTalking in litotes mikilowe010 years 8 months ago
Storywalking the plank mikilowe210 years 9 months ago
StorySkint skint skint mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storyby the clock tower PART ll mikilowe110 years 10 months ago
Storyby the clock tower, night PART I mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storyet soudain, le vide mikilowe010 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Low Down mikilowe010 years 11 months ago
StoryThe swelling mikilowe110 years 11 months ago
Storythe Cave. mikilowe210 years 11 months ago
Story10th August mikilowe010 years 11 months ago
StoryTo make a heart out of guts mikilowe110 years 11 months ago
StoryThe cockroaches mikilowe010 years 11 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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