Yutka

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StoryThe Other Land Yutka111 years 6 months ago
Storypink rose glasses Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Last Meal Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryRik Clay, killed Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryRetrace me Yutka111 years 6 months ago
Storylizard Yutka111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe sex pest Yutka111 years 6 months ago
StoryStillborn Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryUnread roses Yutka111 years 6 months ago
StoryThere are escape roads Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryNothing has changed Yutka111 years 6 months ago
StoryPrince of the Skies Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThey cannot make it alone Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe lovers Yutka111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Other Land Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryPensioned off (revised) Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StorySeparation Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe love nest Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StorySong of the frog princess Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryPunch Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryOnce when I’m dead Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryLight on adultery Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe morning they go rowing Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryMnemosyne Yutka011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Meeting Yutka011 years 6 months ago

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My stories

In search of Paradise

Below the stars, all was created in night-black dampness, out of rains fermented in the chalice of volcanoes where fires sprang up, unabated. Light-...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Impaired

in your absence I welcome pale thoughts of your body lying on dewy grass grasping the pleasure of earth with both hands you smeared the sweetness of...
Cherry

Little Prince of the Skies

(Horst Rippert, a German fighter, had just learned that one of his 28 kills in wartime was his favourite author.) Strange how he arrived at the truth...

Impaired

in your absence I welcome the pale thoughts of your body lying on the dewy grass grasping the pleasure of earth with both hands you smeared the...
Cherry

Water Burial

The morning after, a dark night had passed along with lack of sleep and worry. The ocean called; it’s long scream broke the dawn. Along the shore the...

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