Mr. Moon
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The Future of an Illusion | Mr. Moon | 6 | 4 weeks 11 hours ago |
| Story | Watching the Fire | Jane Hyphen | 14 | 1 month 6 days ago |
| Story | Now We Are Parents | Mr. Moon | 13 | 1 month 2 weeks ago |
| Story | The Visit | Mr. Moon | 6 | 1 month 2 weeks ago |
| Story | The Days Between | Mr. Moon | 4 | 1 month 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Guilt of the Rubicon line | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 1 week ago |
| Story | A boys mind at fourteen | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Legacy | Mr. Moon | 5 | 10 years 2 weeks ago |
| Collection | Words that can't be spoken out here | Mr. Moon | 2 | 10 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Happy | seashore | 34 | 13 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Stuck on you | seashore | 9 | 13 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Knowledge | Geertje Jong | 9 | 13 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The stranger at our table - Part One | Geertje Jong | 11 | 13 years 11 months ago |
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The Future of an Illusion
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As always, in the days before you arrive, I fall ill. A premonitory sign of the melancholy to come. Some part of me is staging an intervention. But...
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The Days Between
I reach across the pillow bare And caress you with my thigh And upon your lips, I gently bite And breathe your hungry sigh. You pull me close, Hip to...
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The Visit
You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes - A wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us. It's a symbol, a sign That you haven...
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Now We Are Parents
Our faces are changing, my love. Your face and mine. We're growing old, not in years so much, but together. The light is lowering in our eyes like a dying sun.
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Legacy
I want to carry you my mother-baby and rock you softly to sleep. Gently back to life. My scars are becoming visible as you speak. Dissolving as you tell.
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lovely x
Posted on Fri, 08 Nov 2024
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for me, this is a charged and
Posted on Fri, 12 Dec 2014
for me, this is a charged and evocative poem about the feelings of loss and desire for the life that never was but could have been and the feelings of frustration concerning the power - or lack thereof - to shape the countours of one's own life...
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