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StoryBands, Beers and Old Boyfriends agnosticnun83 years 11 months ago
StoryHere Be Dragons luigi_pagano104 years 1 week ago
StoryTalking to My Mother Philip Sidney184 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Good Run agnosticnun54 years 3 months ago
StoryImbecile Rapacity Ewan104 years 3 months ago
StoryHumiliating Cathy ice rivers134 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Language of Dead Flowers agnosticnun184 years 3 months ago
Story84, Charing Cross Road luigi_pagano104 years 3 months ago
StoryPhilosophy and Cappuccino agnosticnun144 years 3 months ago
StoryOn the Right Tracks luigi_pagano124 years 4 months ago
StoryFrost: a Mystery Play Melkur64 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen the River Froze agnosticnun34 years 4 months ago
StoryNorwegian Wood Terrence Oblong144 years 4 months ago
StoryFlood luigi_pagano64 years 4 months ago
StoryPowerhousing Ewan154 years 4 months ago
StoryTimber fences; empty freedom. london_calling7994 years 4 months ago
StoryIn Loving Memory luigi_pagano64 years 4 months ago
StoryAt the Restaurant luigi_pagano64 years 4 months ago
StoryBound and Gagged Guy ice rivers54 years 4 months ago
StoryConsulting the Runes Ewan74 years 5 months ago
StoryGOSSIP Alice Hamilton24 years 5 months ago
StorySerotonin Rag ralph84 years 5 months ago
StoryBuyers market lenchenelf104 years 6 months ago
StoryLetter to Master Berners-Lee (IP) airyfairy184 years 11 months ago
StoryCarousel luigi_pagano125 years 3 months ago

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Philosophy and Cappuccino

I used to dream this - turning in a bookstore Or an airport, and seeing you. But of course you found me on Facebook.
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Three Note Harmonica

Three notes, over and over On a harmonica As the travelers jostle and grumble He sits by his hat, playing Eyes closed, unaware.
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When the River Froze

Frozen, the river is a moonscape, not earthly. Not normal. The ice lies cracked on the water and starlight glints madly in crevices.
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The Language of Dead Flowers

image by Johua Veitch Michaelis, source Flicker.com used in acc with CC BY SA 2.0 Some flowers wilt softly into mulch. Others crackle and prick like autumn leaves Or cacti.
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Bands, Beers and Old Boyfriends

Bands, beers and old boyfriends don’t mix. It’s good beer though, malty and brown And it’s only the heat of alcohol going down, That makes me feel...
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