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I have 25 stories published in one collection on the site.
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Rachel Gerrard

My stories

Service

Clasp of brooch A picture's made My mended flight Her ferry paid A perfume's haunt Cask of laughter kept Full of our love So empty we wept

Prophecy

Inevitable fountain So vicariously drawn As it drowns such a palate As I stumble on Free of ballot or branch On a watery day I have years sat in stillness And am now drifting away

One

Strikingly simple and still fortune's fan A contrast so sudden; my illusion of man is bleary, fainting, starkly remaining Our appropriateness is vast and sharply containing To surf the heights; to greet the free

Fragile

In a white room Pale and placid I trace the walls With my hunger For the knowledge of myself In a maze Cloudy with the mists Of my confusion In a transparent world Which I call my own And yet still I cannot see through

I Ask As I Know

So close, so still So far between You mean the most I don't know what you mean We sit, we stand We're flying still You will succumb I don't know when you will I kneel, I hope I wish so much

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