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StoryThe Winds of War threeleafshamrock2114 years 7 months ago
StoryThe horseman - part 10 (epilogue) rjnewlyn914 years 8 months ago
StoryCoal Bags celticman1014 years 8 months ago
StoryNon-identifying Relative Causes endellent114 years 8 months ago
StoryStanding army lenchenelf514 years 8 months ago
StoryHuts84 celticman2114 years 8 months ago
StoryOn Wandering Lonely As A Clod Ewan714 years 8 months ago
Forum topicJust write the next line tcook14014 years 8 months ago
Storythe emperor has no clothes celticman514 years 8 months ago
StoryTalking Pond littleditty3114 years 8 months ago
Forum topicOne post one comment Kropotkin383114 years 8 months ago
StorySun Rise lenchenelf1214 years 8 months ago
StoryTHE THING seannelson114 years 8 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf914 years 9 months ago
StorySunday Sonnet: To the girl who smiled john_silver214 years 9 months ago
Storywhite matter Alice Evermore114 years 9 months ago
Forum topicWhat Is Poetry? Dynamaso2914 years 9 months ago
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StorySaviour? threeleafshamrock514 years 9 months ago
StoryPeople of the Lie littleditty614 years 9 months ago
StorySlam Poetry luigi_pagano1014 years 9 months ago
Storyentry to Rachel Maddow's "filibuster" re-naming challenge seannelson114 years 9 months ago
StoryForlorn Hope (verloren hoop) lenchenelf614 years 9 months ago
StoryAlex's Friday trip into town MWDugdale814 years 9 months ago
StoryTarantella jennifer1114 years 9 months ago

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My stories

Natural Habitat

Painted buttercups wind A smiling blossom wreath Curl on sunshine Shutter blinds Little girl leans On her windowsill Chewing her plait in thought

Lovage

Chilhood memories

Party Gown

Light breathing, Tight chested, There it is; Cascade in figured silk, Sylvan waterfall, Through my fingers Flows a dream creation;
Cherry

Melange

mini doodle collection

View Point

What do you see How can I know that we see the same thing What is our truth With our words, dull with the tarnish of use? Where are the razor words

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