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My stories

Scatter the ashes

I am unstoppable, in a burst of light I am forced out to be put in place. The wind speaks its language, old idioms never to touch, but their contours...

infidelity

I play your anger back to me at night, those words you said, with or without intent. For passion meets in love and hate, not white but grey in shades...

Weeping Willow

(in memory of Sylvia Plath) I know my branches, I feel with my trunk deep down into the warm moisture known since birth. It is the wind playing,...
Cherry

Cot Death

I have lived it over and over again, the same moment, the same slightly, indifferently flickering sunrays over the curtains, dancing up to the...

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