Pingles

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StoryCorners Pingles01 week 4 days ago
StoryWhat’s below (As seen from the porthole of a plane) Pingles01 month 3 weeks ago
StorySome sun in the morning Pingles01 month 3 weeks ago
StoryLike a cow Pingles02 months 21 hours ago
StoryMany hearts Pingles02 months 1 day ago
Storywork in progress Pingles02 months 1 day ago
StoryThe coast Pingles02 months 1 day ago
StoryI won’t tell but I know why you don’t like the festive season- Pingles03 months 2 days ago
StoryLost and Found - Pingles13 months 2 days ago
StoryShapes Pingles07 years 6 months ago
StoryOn the steps Pingles47 years 9 months ago
StorySleep Pingles17 years 10 months ago
StoryWhat now Pingles07 years 10 months ago
StoryWasted Pingles27 years 11 months ago
StoryOne drunken night Pingles09 years 2 days ago
StorySelfie Generation Pingles09 years 1 month ago
StoryThe travellers Pingles19 years 2 months ago
StoryUnderground portraits Pingles19 years 2 months ago
StoryThe look Pingles29 years 2 months ago
StoryPortrait Pingles69 years 2 months ago
StoryThe invisible hand Pingles159 years 3 months ago
StoryThe pause before the jump (part 4) Pingles29 years 3 months ago
StoryThe pause before the jump (part 3) Pingles29 years 3 months ago
CollectionThe Pause before the Jump Pingles09 years 3 months ago
StoryThe pause before the jump (part 2) Pingles49 years 3 months ago

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Corners

I’ll wait at the corner, Which is somewhere to meet, For walls, or for streets, or for people. And two walls make a nook Which is somewhere to hide,...

What’s below (As seen from the porthole of a plane)

I know what’s below What’s below is the sea Relentless Ubiquitous sea It’s manifold surface like the skin of a rhino Shiftily It waves and it winks...

Some sun in the morning

It had rained all week, but this morning I could see it coming through the gaps between the panels of the blinds. And sure enough, out the window...
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Like a cow

I miss you like a cow. Plaintive I moo, and ruminate these memories. They circulate, Through eight or seven stomachs, Regurgitated, Then swallowed...

Many hearts

I have, Like a current running though me, Fast and steady, The many hearts that sing. Late these thorough thoughts take form, Curl and unfurl, Like...

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