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StoryImbecile Rapacity Ewan106 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Language of Dead Flowers agnosticnun186 years 3 months ago
Story84, Charing Cross Road luigi_pagano106 years 3 months ago
StoryPhilosophy and Cappuccino agnosticnun126 years 3 months ago
StoryOn the Right Tracks luigi_pagano126 years 4 months ago
StoryFrost: a Mystery Play Melkur66 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen the River Froze agnosticnun36 years 4 months ago
StoryNorwegian Wood Terrence Oblong146 years 4 months ago
StoryFlood luigi_pagano66 years 4 months ago
StoryPowerhousing Ewan156 years 4 months ago
StoryTimber fences; empty freedom. london_calling7996 years 4 months ago
StoryIn Loving Memory luigi_pagano66 years 4 months ago
StoryAt the Restaurant luigi_pagano66 years 5 months ago
StoryConsulting the Runes Ewan76 years 5 months ago
StoryGOSSIP Alice Hamilton26 years 5 months ago
StorySerotonin Rag ralph86 years 5 months ago
StoryBuyers market lenchenelf106 years 6 months ago
StoryLetter to Master Berners-Lee (IP) airyfairy186 years 11 months ago
StoryCarousel luigi_pagano127 years 3 months ago
StorySurasawa Pond london_calling7997 years 3 months ago
StoryTessitura Ewan107 years 4 months ago
StoryAt the world’s end agnosticnun47 years 4 months ago
StoryYggdrasil agnosticnun37 years 8 months ago
StoryFrom a Nonet of Eggs … Rhiannonw47 years 9 months ago
StoryNo Better Past (IP) london_calling79137 years 9 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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