jvriesema

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I have 163 stories published in 12 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 105557 times and 26 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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there you were standing in the middle of a Salzburg afternoon

One tide

When I hear you awaken in the soul of my dream, I see the wind run and chase you in the early keflavik light

London jazz

Morning rush-hour sounds cavort with newspapers that fly across cobblestone streets into open doorways. Subway sounds rush through London's waking dreams

magic

The heart is the magician. Poet's words swirl in an endless void running to catch the eternal wind. The human spirit magically emerges from the magician's hat.; the soul finding its equal in a sea of colour.

colour-line

When the wind sings in gusts of colour, ghosts dream in the blue of your eyes. When sagas fall into a fire that lights the night sky with tears, your heart breaks a glacier and collides with llove.

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