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StoryDust Never Settles berenerchamion86 years 11 months ago
StoryShoebox Heart berenerchamion26 years 11 months ago
StoryMacCrae of the West Highlands berenerchamion07 years 7 months ago
StoryWe Are Marble berenerchamion09 years 3 months ago
StoryA Friend Named Big Bird berenerchamion99 years 11 months ago
StoryDaisy Runaway berenerchamion111 years 10 months ago
StoryCephas, Do You Love Me? berenerchamion311 years 10 months ago
StoryBloodlust Chapter 1 berenerchamion011 years 10 months ago
StoryBlinds Open to the Moon berenerchamion211 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack Eyed Susan berenerchamion011 years 10 months ago
StoryBeneath the Cedars berenerchamion1111 years 10 months ago
StoryBella Luna berenerchamion211 years 10 months ago
StoryBefore the Tank Ran Out berenerchamion3311 years 10 months ago
StoryAll I Want From You berenerchamion011 years 10 months ago
StoryAll Good Eagle Scouts berenerchamion311 years 10 months ago
StoryA Shrine for Bobby Allison berenerchamion611 years 10 months ago
StoryA Poem for My Son berenerchamion211 years 10 months ago
StoryA Curse for This Town berenerchamion011 years 10 months ago
Forum topicJust wondering... berenerchamion311 years 10 months ago
Forum topicSlick Tar Heaven berenerchamion011 years 10 months ago
CollectionBoxed Wine Heartaches berenerchamion011 years 10 months ago
CollectionMy Stories berenerchamion011 years 10 months ago
StoryWe Vote Red berenerchamion112 years 1 day ago
StoryWhen Henry Ford Hid the Moon berenerchamion112 years 1 day ago
StoryYaz berenerchamion012 years 1 day ago

My stories

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Dust Never Settles

Soft and cool, my young legs stretched and toes splayed in a JC Penney palace beside you in the old bed. The blue room, where four decades later you...
Cherry

Shoebox Heart

We boys sat round a flip-topped box fondling reverently ancient cardboard and new plastic. Our imaginations fired, lust and the first flush of desire...

MacCrae of the West Highlands

The old white dog licks well the tired man's feet, putting his whole self into the work, as if he had a self left, which he doesn't because he is in...
Cherry

We Are Marble

We Are Marble by Matt McGuire If this were the hall of a ring decked king and I was he who wielded war and granted fiefs, I might hold you aloft and...
Gold cherry

A Friend Named Big Bird

A Friend Named Big Bird By Matt McGuire I sit in the midst of receipts and unpaid demands on a brown canvas throne with no crown. My body is covered...

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