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StoryMidpoint (IP) agnosticnun69 years 9 months ago
CollectionInspiration Point agnosticnun09 years 9 months ago
StoryRegarding your roses, sir. (IP) agnosticnun109 years 9 months ago
StoryOnce I Was A Poet Bee259 years 9 months ago
Forum topicBan The Burkha? styx159 years 9 months ago
StoryMathematics (IP) agnosticnun19 years 9 months ago
StoryGirl in the Tree socialeaf59 years 10 months ago
StoryFifty-Fifty rosaliekempthorne59 years 10 months ago
StoryNotes on the Construction of Cloud-Castles (IP) agnosticnun59 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Lost Generation agnosticnun29 years 10 months ago
StoryAlcohol... PoeticalJustice49 years 10 months ago
Storytweets from the future (I.P.) agnosticnun49 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Wedding Dress (for mother's day) agnosticnun29 years 11 months ago
Story(spoken word, in process) HiArianne29 years 11 months ago
StoryFamily Dinner agnosticnun39 years 11 months ago

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Seven Sins

This is a glum poem, so I'm including a baby sloth. I think we need not fear to sin, for sin has grown less deadly. Take avarice. The bankers have, and yet it seems that they will own the world and more.

Deus Ex

A beated I.P., Deus Ex Machina - it's been percolating for days, and finally emerged. Orestes, though a matricide, was saved from the Furies when Athena stepped out of a machine to absolve him. Hippolytus the pure was not spared, but a dragon- chariot was sent for Medea who murdered her children.

The Last Page, Unwritten

I no longer visualize an ending. Ever since that time when They came running, laughing musically Shooting the luminous champion with one small shining spar, and then Turning themselves away. The brightest one fell.

The Moving Vans of my Childhood (late IP: moving)

As a child I lived in seven houses. I learned how to sort life into boxes, that gardens could make way for pavement, to love only those toys I could...
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Growing Up Canine

It is not that I was raised by wolves - my parents yipped and fought like humans do. But still I grew half-feral. ...
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