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StoryWhy it is impossible for God to prove itself to an atheist well-wisher29 years 6 months ago
StoryThe right book.... alice sunderland59 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Flounderer (the vocal version) Bee119 years 6 months ago
StoryA Borderline Case (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand149 years 6 months ago
StoryBernie the bolt. celticman179 years 6 months ago
StoryFor The Best smokejack39 years 6 months ago
StoryHope Bee159 years 6 months ago
StoryBetween Heaven and Hell skinner_jennifer109 years 6 months ago
StoryIs This Love Bee69 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Softening of Storms Rhiannonw139 years 6 months ago
StoryHuldufolk (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney259 years 6 months ago
StoryCruel Mirror smokejack29 years 6 months ago
StoryThus Spake Jeeves... Silver Spun Sand169 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Way of Rain... Silver Spun Sand149 years 6 months ago
StoryMonochrome Morning Ed Crane129 years 6 months ago
StoryBitch Granny to the r...19 years 6 months ago
StoryI Want a Man Silver Spun Sand139 years 6 months ago
StoryUp Brown Clee Hill Rhiannonw169 years 6 months ago
StoryCircle of life Granny to the r...109 years 6 months ago
Story'Come Away With Me' Silver Spun Sand79 years 6 months ago
StorySemi-nonsense Consonance Rhiannonw129 years 6 months ago
StoryPasta Fascist doobarz39 years 6 months ago
Storytinsel noose alice sunderland39 years 6 months ago
StoryThoughts bubble up … Rhiannonw179 years 6 months ago
StoryThis Boy of Mine Bee199 years 7 months ago

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Rat-A-Tat-Tat (Poetry Monthly)

The typewriters tap, with a rat-a-tat-tat, like a fourth estate rap to provide us the pap (that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat) in a...

The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night, upon the Stone, by candlelight...

In An Old Cathedral

She knelt upon a plank, plain oaken (sable cloak, her mourning guise), and sensed the breath of distant sighs, pale shades of pain behind blue eyes…...

Neanderthal

This screed has nothing to do with the noble Neanderthal (whose brain size exceeded our own). it has nothing to do with' times gone by' (though who knows what future beings may think) it has nothing to do with anything… and even less to do with something… unless of course, you think it might…

The Evil Eye

The darkness, now descending, floods the city as it dies while shadows lurk in legions 'neath the looming Evil Eye. Its frozen stare envelops all, it...

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