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Collectionlines and lines and lines hejira j011 years 4 months ago
Collectionthis is the winter of our discount tents hejira j011 years 4 months ago
Collectionpoems newer than the older ones hejira j011 years 4 months ago
StoryVolume. hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryWhy did you speak in that stupid voice? hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryWeek hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryWhimsy hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryVocal Coach hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StorySocial club. hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryThis is the kind of thing you would like. hejira j211 years 5 months ago
StorySomething is here and then it is not. hejira j111 years 5 months ago
StoryNamecheck hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Dirty Book. hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryRenew hejira j211 years 5 months ago
StoryKnife (fragment) hejira j111 years 5 months ago
StoryOxfam hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryNick Cave. hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StorySkins hejira j211 years 5 months ago
StoryOnly fruit. hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryTea. hejira j111 years 5 months ago
StoryRiver hejira j211 years 5 months ago
StoryKitchen hejira j111 years 5 months ago
StoryThis is Saturday hejira j211 years 5 months ago
StoryLiving Dead hejira j011 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Pumpkin Man Is Dead hejira j011 years 5 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Here's A Thing.

Here's a thing- When you are lying backwards Your stomach dimples And each curve Looks like a tiny sink. Since we met I've never picked so much My finger is always

We went to Jamie Oliver's new restaurant.

This feels dirty But right - it is 4.04, not a time To eat At Jamie Oliver's new restaurant, Where the menu says 'Posh chips' Truffle fried. We both opt Not to comment
Cherry

Card

The card was gilded with after-thought we meant to send it, but - you know the dog the baby the crash our new garden your hair all prevented expediency. Regrets - we've had a few

Something is here and then it is not.

With all those buttons Impressed On your flank, You sit on a divan Made from those kinds of crates You push letters into Saying: something is here And then it is not.

Drops.

Push the perforation On the daily strip Each dint a sugared drop- Pale mint. A spot to stop fluid However thick. Many dints and days Strip you down now To the marrow.

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