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StoryZam and the Sibyl bsalyers46 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Green and White Dress rosaliekempthorne106 years 4 months ago
StoryUp Yours 2017 BensonSpeaks86 years 4 months ago
StoryPlease, don't be angry Itane Vero38 years 7 months ago
StoryReading Night luigi_pagano88 years 8 months ago
StoryCountdown Ed Crane148 years 10 months ago
StoryThe timely discovery of a world of hermits blighters rock149 years 1 month ago
StoryUrban Spring Philip Sidney249 years 2 months ago
StoryNoise (IP) agnosticnun49 years 2 months ago
StoryBattle Cries Bee469 years 2 months ago
StorySeven Sins agnosticnun89 years 2 months ago
StoryI Am A Sinner luigi_pagano69 years 2 months ago
StoryHis Father's Eyes Silver Spun Sand149 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Alcoholic Queen smokejack79 years 2 months ago
StoryDeus Ex agnosticnun19 years 2 months ago
StoryGrandma Glasses tibi popovici49 years 2 months ago
StoryMeditation CS_Anders59 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Last Page, Unwritten agnosticnun19 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Moving Vans of my Childhood (late IP: moving) agnosticnun69 years 6 months ago
StoryTrue tales from an austere kingdom – the Disability in work act Terrence Oblong69 years 7 months ago
StoryHeritage lenchenelf89 years 9 months ago
StorySaulina who was forbidden to smile (IP) well-wisher19 years 9 months ago
StoryThis world was not made for agnostics (IP) agnosticnun09 years 9 months ago
StoryWhen I was a Kid Richard L. Prov...39 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Poet Peasant luigi_pagano109 years 9 months ago

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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Histories of a small town in Ontario

We were a town before there was a country, homesteads clustering, Grown from blood and dirt and starvation. Ships came over from Ireland. Don’t ask,...
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Gold cherry

Groceries

IP: Left Over There are many things more depressing than grocery stores
Cherry

Spring's Not Real (Late IP: Solstice)

Spring is a sort of wishful thinking / a door half-open, unable to decide.
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Noise (IP)

An infant bursting into white light wails. Shattering, the sound wave washes outward and is lost in the general background hum. A tired mother clings to the echo.

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