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StoryMusings on my story Caldwell44 months 2 weeks ago
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StoryChapter 10: The Discovery Caldwell14 months 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 1: Zoe Caldwell64 months 3 weeks ago
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StoryChapter 7: Elena Caldwell14 months 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 6: Psychro Caldwell44 months 3 weeks ago
StoryChapter 5: Nicholas Caldwell34 months 4 weeks ago
StoryChapter 4: Yannis Caldwell14 months 4 weeks ago
StoryChapter 3: Even her flowers were wilting Caldwell14 months 4 weeks ago
StoryChapter 2: Helena Caldwell14 months 4 weeks ago
StoryHello Autumn Caldwell25 months 3 hours ago
CollectionThe Weight of Shadows Caldwell05 months 1 day ago
StoryTurnips and a scapegoat - Chapter 8 Caldwell55 months 1 day ago
Blog entryIreland - a wellspring of wonderful writing Caldwell15 months 1 day ago
StoryPlenty Caldwell65 months 1 week ago
StoryLeviathan marandina215 months 1 week ago
Storyrun-of-the-mill sexual assault. celticman115 months 1 week ago
StoryTurnips and a scapegoat - Chapter 5 Caldwell55 months 1 week ago
StoryTurnips and a scapegoat - Chapter 3 Caldwell15 months 1 week ago
StoryTurnips and a scapegoat - Chapter 7 Caldwell35 months 1 week ago
StoryTurnips and a scapegoat - Chapter 6 Caldwell25 months 1 week ago

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Letter to Paul Simon from Cecilia (circa. Feb 1970)

Dear Simon, I’m writing this because, well, you keep showing up at my door with that same sad look, and it’s time we get a few things straight. It’s...
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Poem of the week

Burial

The spade slips in, sharp as flint, into the black-tide earth, where bramble-thorn grips the muck's throat, tangles and drags. Sun's caught in...
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On the bright side (IP)

Woke up late for the job interview, No shower, no breakfast, no time for a brew. The clock sneered ten; I cursed, I ran, But on the bright side, I...
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My Grandma, Mai Mai Gee (IP)

When I arrived in Myanmar, the familiarity was immediate and overwhelming. I saw my grandmother in the old women who passed me by, their longyis,...
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Pipe dreams

At 7:00 a.m., my alarm erupted with its usual enthusiasm, which was met by a groan from the other side of the bed. "I slept so badly," my beloved...

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