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I have 26 stories published in 5 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 22181 times and 14 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Christopher Caldwell

My stories

Writer's block

Words is words is words is words Words is hurdles and wing-clipped, poor birds Words is a field with a ramshackle fence Running barbed-wire rings...
Gold cherry

Folk tale

She was cold and she was tired She'd seen it all and she'd walked for miles in those shoes But everybody looked right through her Afraid that they...

The Language of The Leaves

Born of a dream I had recently . It's the future. Electricity is no longer an option. Technology is now powered by plants. A crazy, progressive scientist has learned how to harvest the telepathic power of plants and can send messages through trees, grass etc. On top of that, other things that we thought impossible are happening. You can watch organic TV with phosphors. Wires are roots with fast flowing xylem (or is that phloem?). Forests are alive in a different way because of it. Insects move differently. The air smells pure. At night everyone sleeps. We live again mostly according to the light of the sun.

Monster poem

Woven deeply with mud and rain The mossy flesh monster howls Dug from the rotten, tight-wound roots With axes and picks and trowels In a halo of steam he reaches and wails
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Coming home

It's alright now He's in your arms He's in your arms and he's beautiful He's coming home Seemingly so fragile But he's really oh so strong Nothing could prepare you

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