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StoryPlague on both our houses Pingles02 weeks 1 day ago
StoryAnticipating / Morning Pingles02 weeks 1 day ago
StoryPicnic Pingles22 weeks 1 day ago
StoryThis glass house I live in Pingles12 weeks 3 days ago
StorySettling down Pingles02 months 1 day ago
StoryAdrift Pingles02 months 1 day ago
Storywindow wall / vacant lot Pingles02 months 5 days ago
StoryBeach Pingles22 months 1 week ago
StoryAn appointment Pingles03 months 1 week ago
Storysummer afternoon Pingles13 months 1 week ago
StoryLate night fantasy Pingles13 months 1 week ago
StoryThe look Pingles23 months 1 week ago
StoryCorners Pingles04 months 2 weeks ago
StorySome sun in the morning Pingles06 months 1 day ago
StoryMany hearts Pingles06 months 1 week ago
StoryThe coast Pingles06 months 1 week ago
StoryI won’t tell but I know why you don’t like the festive season- Pingles07 months 1 week ago
StoryShapes Pingles07 years 10 months ago
StorySleep Pingles18 years 2 months ago
StoryWasted Pingles28 years 3 months ago
StoryThe travellers Pingles19 years 6 months ago
StoryPortrait Pingles69 years 7 months ago
StoryThe invisible hand Pingles159 years 7 months ago
StoryThe pause before the jump (part 4) Pingles29 years 8 months ago
StoryThe pause before the jump (part 3) Pingles29 years 8 months ago

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This glass house I live in

Try me, Put my mind on display I'll not make a scene Though it feels like it’s see through. Or set it at ease- Pull the blinds on the window Lay it...

Adrift

And as we vaguely drift away on these grey and ageing seas, Made dumb by the same sound of static drowning our voices And blinded By the recurring...

window wall / vacant lot

At the desk where I sit Across from the open space Through the glass of the window wall There is a lot, from which I'm a part. Through the glass of...
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Cherry

Beach

Startled, the castle collapses, Cast a last receeding look Toward the sea, Coils of white that cross the blackened shore- Then turn back to the...

An appointment

No doctor I’ll not say where it hurts My pursed lips are shut like the lips of a walnut- Oh but my heart is a sponge It’s so full of holes, It...

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