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StoryThe Wind in Our Hair rosaliekempthorne38 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Way I Am rosaliekempthorne08 months 2 weeks ago
StoryAgain rosaliekempthorne48 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Explorer rosaliekempthorne28 months 2 weeks ago
Storythe way I leave Yutka98 months 3 weeks ago
StoryDrift 2 rosaliekempthorne08 months 4 weeks ago
StorySails stevepoet48 months 4 weeks ago
StoryDrift rosaliekempthorne79 months 1 week ago
StoryActual Action Rhiannonw69 months 1 week ago
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StorySkyworms, or the Man Who Disproved Sleep the-real-jaw59 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (2 of 5) rosaliekempthorne39 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (1 of 5) rosaliekempthorne49 months 2 weeks ago
Forum topicFirst E-book rosaliekempthorne79 months 2 weeks ago
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StoryThe Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (3 of 5) rosaliekempthorne29 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (4 of 5) rosaliekempthorne19 months 2 weeks ago
StoryWords rosaliekempthorne79 months 2 weeks ago
Storydancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes the-real-jaw49 months 2 weeks ago
StoryHard to Say Goodbye rosaliekempthorne49 months 2 weeks ago
StoryWINTER HAIKU # 1 BIGGUS79 months 3 weeks ago
StoryI TOOK THE GRANDCHILDREN TO THE THEATRE BIGGUS49 months 3 weeks ago
StorySo, Choose rosaliekempthorne09 months 3 weeks ago
StoryPerfect rosaliekempthorne39 months 3 weeks ago
StoryBlood Red and Beautiful rosaliekempthorne09 months 4 weeks ago

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Cherry

Midlife Molly

The sun fades away to near nothing. She thinks she should get up out of her chair, turn on a few lights. And then she thinks: why? What are the...
Cherry

Darling Debbie

Under darkness. The sunset hangs in her memory, red and dusky; but the lights take over, black and purple mixed with orange and white. The strobes...

Pretty Poppy

The hours mount up. They stack like bricks, like stone slabs on her shoulders, weighing evenly on each side. Every step leaves craters in the...
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Under Sunset

Pretty Poppy, Dancing on the head of a pin. Always ready with a show, With a smile, a wink, a backwards glance, She flares as the lights get low. No...
Gold cherry

Ivy

Ivy knows the road home; She ought to, She’s walked it so many times, she thinks, Back and forth across her own footprints, Stopping, and turning,...

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