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StoryOpacity of Glass Silver Spun Sand1011 years 2 months ago
StoryTo Pluto – and Back! (Poetry Monthly) Rhiannonw1511 years 2 months ago
StoryA Friend Named Big Bird berenerchamion911 years 2 months ago
StoryA Dirt Path Curtis Ray Jones211 years 2 months ago
StoryI Believe in Unicorns Silver Spun Sand1311 years 2 months ago
StoryBuild a Bonfire smokejack511 years 2 months ago
StoryKite EB1411 years 2 months ago
StoryLife Like A Song well-wisher211 years 2 months ago
StoryThe potato eater Itane Vero711 years 2 months ago
Storyspeak up big stu411 years 3 months ago
StoryThis is the world we live in: Truth422211 years 3 months ago
StoryFear Inside skinner_jennifer2211 years 3 months ago
StoryEpitaphs in Verse - Reflections in the Eyes of a Poet loquaciousicity111 years 3 months ago
StorySolstice Philip Sidney1511 years 3 months ago
Storythe return of summer braintrain311 years 3 months ago
StoryThe ebbing tide alphadog1411 years 3 months ago
StoryA Flake of Your Life Starfish Girl1011 years 3 months ago
StoryThe End Is Nigh luigi_pagano611 years 3 months ago
StoryA Pregnant Lass loquaciousicity011 years 3 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - Potted Husband Jane Hyphen711 years 3 months ago
Story‘Some Days’ Art of the Diver611 years 3 months ago
StoryBet I May Not windrose111 years 3 months ago
StoryGave it to the sea Stephen Thom2111 years 3 months ago
StoryUnsolved Grenade Attacks Vladislas32511 years 3 months ago
StoryMorning Glory Deliberately Ev...1211 years 4 months ago

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The Wind is Isolde

The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazed as the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze. Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed,...

Never Land

This yarn is a fabric woven of several earlier warped works, lightly laced together with fur-ther braided tales of human frailty. The looms were loosed, purling frantically this febrile fable Some pearls may be found wanting - unwanted or unwonted - piled or hang ing loose, dangling free within a fuzzy flight of fancy The threads of this untethered tissue may be fastened, or be forgotten, or else be stranded by the readers and left unravelling in the knotted corners of their minds 'twill be perchance that some may laugh or lool in loopy stitches, else be torn or ripped apart, while others may just simply say ‘ 'tis made of hole cloth’, ‘sew what’ or ‘cant seam to get the needle point’ yes, a proper disentanglement may take you for a spin on twisted twines of any strings you feel might need attaching or detaching picking knits, some may think that such strange things ‘have Never happened in our Land’ such quaint things ‘could Never happen in our Land’’ such murky things ‘will Never happen in our Land’’ and this may all be true , if credence be dis-carded such is that gooey gossamer that vails the human mind and thus was born the teasing title of this fabricated Fantasy: NEVER LAND

Vale of Tears

She walks along an avenue some call the Vale of Tears. Her agonies and sorrows brew in eyes that vail her tears. She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,...

The Probe

The strange tale of Rosetta, Philae, and 67P...

Forbidden Valley

Nature is beautiful...overwhelming... irresistible...

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