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StorySettling down Pingles03 days 15 hours ago
StoryPlague on both our houses Pingles03 days 15 hours ago
StoryAdrift Pingles03 days 15 hours ago
Storywindow wall / vacant lot Pingles01 week 20 hours ago
StoryBeach Pingles21 week 3 days ago
StoryPicnic Pingles24 weeks 1 day ago
StoryAn appointment Pingles01 month 1 week ago
Storysummer afternoon Pingles11 month 1 week ago
StoryLate night fantasy Pingles11 month 1 week ago
StoryThe look Pingles21 month 1 week ago
StoryAnticipating / Morning Pingles01 month 2 weeks ago
StoryCorners Pingles02 months 3 weeks ago
StorySome sun in the morning Pingles04 months 4 days ago
StoryMany hearts Pingles04 months 1 week ago
StoryThe coast Pingles04 months 1 week ago
StoryI won’t tell but I know why you don’t like the festive season- Pingles05 months 2 weeks ago
StoryShapes Pingles07 years 8 months ago
StorySleep Pingles18 years 1 week ago
StoryWasted Pingles28 years 1 month ago
StoryThe travellers Pingles19 years 4 months ago
StoryPortrait Pingles69 years 5 months ago
StoryThe invisible hand Pingles159 years 6 months ago
StoryThe pause before the jump (part 4) Pingles29 years 6 months ago
StoryThe pause before the jump (part 3) Pingles29 years 6 months ago
CollectionThe Pause before the Jump Pingles09 years 6 months ago

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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...
Cherry

Picnic

Between stone lips I’ll slip this knife To shuck the oyster. I’ll serve it on ice, With rice wine and vinegar, For the frown in your eyes. As it...
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