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Storyapril that year.. maddie4848111 years 3 months ago
Storyabacus maddie4848211 years 3 months ago
Story"i drank water from your spring and let the current take me" Rumi. . maddie4848211 years 3 months ago
Collectioncollection 1a maddie4848011 years 3 months ago
Collectioncollection 1 maddie4848011 years 3 months ago
Storyworth it?? maddie4848011 years 5 months ago
StoryYou know who you are. maddie4848111 years 5 months ago
Storyvalentine, for john maddie4848111 years 5 months ago
StoryTree, by Spring. maddie4848011 years 5 months ago
Storymother maddie4848011 years 5 months ago
Storysalsa'd.. maddie4848011 years 5 months ago
Storyphyllis maddie4848011 years 5 months ago
Storyhuh.. maddie4848011 years 5 months ago
Storyjohn part 2 maddie4848011 years 5 months ago
Story27 Repetitions ankari813 years 1 month ago
StoryBy numbers gristo414 years 6 months ago
StoryIn the Beginning boxing_day414 years 9 months ago
StoryMy response to an angry female poet gristo1214 years 9 months ago
StoryYou, again.. maddie4848214 years 9 months ago
Storyfor irene, november 2001 maddie4848214 years 9 months ago
StoryBalm of a Bird jay2143314 years 9 months ago
StoryFor F.. maddie4848214 years 9 months ago
Storypoem maddie4848614 years 9 months ago
Storystonegate, york maddie4848414 years 9 months ago

My collections

My stories

april that year..

Small dark quiet space, a branching, reaching, fingering of roots, a stretch of stem; sap is rising -stirring seed, budding tree... slow, relentless, unstoppable, sweet as air; old as time...

Tree, by Spring.

Leaning on the sky, strong silhouette delicate as lace; unclothed branches stretch, spreading thin traceries, bark on blue.. this winter tree is last to green;

You, again..

Silence of the phone stretches to weeks; you always fading, moving backwards, dimmed. I do & don't care, watching my wanting; you're in my head, hopeless; your presence had me fixed, focused;

worth it??

A leaf in the air - you danced past me, whirling fingers open to everyone, touching on me... Fit dancers body my foreign landscape briefly I relearnt how now vanishes

huh..

you know I don't see you much you stand there like an everyone with your shirt and all and your skin in the present tense and i want you special your eyes are dark like jet

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