jvriesema

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I have 135 stories published in 12 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 66256 times and 20 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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My stories

the last before blue

In the early morning hours, words fall like snow against all of the impossibilities,. Church bells ring. Its 2 a.m. Odd how the hours find the memories of frost and keats.

mourning

Sun-morning, Sun-mourning. The sky still breathes when cooling wind becomes a composition. Time holds still whilst violins echo in the beginning of a summers day.

wave

Twilight falls. The moon carries clouds of silver threads across a black expanse of sea. Streams weave their ways to rivers and rivers to the sea. Conversations in notes yet unyielding

Stepping stones

Medieval stones wind upon fern-covered paths; time constructing tunnels of leaves and moss. Through ancient windtunnels, your voice echoes forever upon a scale of notes.

The only thing I know

your voice walking through doors through memories pulled taut across a clothesline within an ice storm.

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