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StoryThe Disciple john_silver214 years 9 months ago
StoryJesus mentality alonso071114 years 10 months ago
StoryInsomnia Luly Whisper214 years 10 months ago
StoryLightning Hairy Dan214 years 10 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Theatre john_silver415 years 7 months ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: The Wisdom of the Old john_silver415 years 12 months ago
StoryWhose Ark? jennifer716 years 1 week ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Silver john_silver416 years 1 week ago
StoryWel I know now... sonic_tonic116 years 1 week ago
StoryTuesday Sonnet: Merits john_silver316 years 1 week ago
StoryThirty Odd Years Myndstorm616 years 3 months ago
StoryFitzrovia in These Times poetjude416 years 3 months ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Coda john_silver316 years 3 months ago
StoryPinhole Photographer (for Justin) jennifer516 years 4 months ago
StorySnails on the Floor of Heaven jennifer216 years 4 months ago
StoryFriday Sonnet: Enumeration john_silver316 years 4 months ago
StorySplit. indigogold616 years 4 months ago
StoryMonday Sonnet: Sanctis john_silver316 years 4 months ago
StoryBefore I say I Love You MistakenMagic816 years 4 months ago
StoryHow to Fall hadley116 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville (re-edited) ralph416 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Red Rose of Palookaville ralph216 years 4 months ago

My stories

Thursday Sonnet: Canticle of Cartago

Cartago is Latin for Carthage, in case you're wondering.
Cherry

Monday Sonnet: Coda

That's it. There's no more sonnets. You change place. And I will be your Cyrano no more, There will be no more calling you 'Your Grace,' No speech, no other witty metaphor.
Cherry

Thursday Sonnet: Song of Treasures

Acknowledgements to Neil Gaiman's Sandman issue #6 for the sentence which originally inspired this poem.

Sunday Sonnet: Eulogy

Extraordinary being, tender light Of clemency by which my pen is writing, Hand, blessed, that guides my path out of the night, And heals this chest, and calms this spirit's fighting,
Cherry

Monday Sonnet: TS

A different kind of failure, Eliot said Of poetry – and won the Nobel prize. He preached humility, so no surprise. Hence, from under the shadow of his red

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