PoppyS

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StoryBarricades PoppyS47 years 3 months ago
StoryOf a Saturday Silver Spun Sand237 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Ladder gletherby67 years 3 months ago
StoryWhen the silent clock begins to tick Parson Thru47 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Black Book Restored: Fragments 1A to 33 (first half) Lille Dante87 years 3 months ago
StoryCountryside (spoiled) smokejack37 years 3 months ago
StoryLittle England smokejack27 years 3 months ago
Storyrelapse prevention therapy celticman337 years 3 months ago
StoryPresidential Crime PoppyS27 years 3 months ago
StoryDiagnosis a True Beginning Bee157 years 3 months ago
StoryShetland city31637 years 3 months ago
StoryRumours of a Hurricane ralph17 years 3 months ago
StoryAssume - Not! PoppyS07 years 3 months ago
StoryMynydd Troed Rhiannonw177 years 4 months ago
StoryStrange and Familiar Faces rosaliekempthorne127 years 4 months ago
StoryTimeline PoppyS47 years 6 months ago
StoryGlory after Glory PoppyS37 years 6 months ago
StoryI'm Going Through Changes skinner_jennifer187 years 6 months ago
StoryTracy Chapman and Chardonnay PoppyS17 years 7 months ago
StorySurround Them With Love skinner_jennifer127 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Dormant Soldier PoppyS17 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Sherbet Lemon Conversation. jolono47 years 7 months ago
StoryLifeless PoppyS27 years 7 months ago
Story3 lives; 3 festivals (IP) well-wisher17 years 7 months ago
StoryMedieval Minds YaseminB37 years 7 months ago

My stories

The Shoe

We searched for my lost shoe your patience finding a refuge amongst the dust under the bed. Seems ages since we laughed last night my head hurts –...

Child

I will pick you roses in the white of fallen April snow. Wait tirelessly on corners wrapped in cold amid the winters shades of blue To open lips that...

Once

She kissed a man once. Closely shaven – misbehaves she fancied. His breath was one of honey and cigars he held her hand, gentlemanly like she...

September - How

September How I am grieving your goodbyes already. Suffused in the low lie of your sun as over high top mountains, that stretch to reach winter...

The Beach

I find the beach stimulating, energizing especially when the tide swathes the shoreline, caressing the pebbles with its foaming softness. There is...

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