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StoryRock Me In My Cradle forest_for_ever76 years 2 weeks ago
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StoryI'm A Right Hard Needy Poet, Me Kilb5006 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Man Who Collected Flies Kilb5056 years 3 weeks ago
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StoryProfessor Tarnasus In the Great Temple of Stone, Mud and Illusion, New Year's Day, 1918. Kilb5086 years 3 weeks ago
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StoryAfter The Funeral (Part 2) Kilb5056 years 3 months ago
StoryAfter The Funeral (Part 1) Kilb5076 years 3 months ago
StoryLate September In The Park, Feeling Old Kilb5046 years 4 months ago
StoryIndebted I Am pkroutray26 years 4 months ago
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StoryOut of Season Kilb5066 years 6 months ago
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StoryDust Man Kilb5026 years 6 months ago
StoryAdam In His Garden Kilb5006 years 7 months ago
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StoryShoot! Parson Thru126 years 11 months ago
StorySomething Hard Inside Him (Part 1) Kilb5086 years 11 months ago
StoryDear Lyd socialeaf166 years 12 months ago

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Triptych

The rock face became my confessor/Water became my crystal/Earth became my altar.
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Exeter to Teignmouth, Off Peak Day Return

Lemon fern and spear grass thrive after recent storms/ the cliff top is netted to stop it crumbling to dust.
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The Wheel in the Cave

Spring was out there somewhere/but refused to show her face
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Gunslinger in a Tutu

He rode into town on a steel dust mare and the James gang, killing time outside the dried goods store, eased up the rims of their ten-gallon hats.
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Flight Path

We took flight together - left the others stranded.

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