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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 stories

mother

The day hangs like a hat. Do i matter? We drink tea. Outside the sun blows rosewards, my head is bowed. Schoolteacher - the hole of your silence throws me into the blackboard.

abacus

Rows of days drift like washing down the years.. hued in shades of pain or joy stringing like grey beads, revolving, hung in time on the abacus of my life, . What have i learnt?

salsa'd..

Memory of you,dancing. flag in a stiff breeze; butterfly, dust mote drifting, sleet on a windowpane; your fingers told them all.. body tracing itself in rhythm; insistent, latin, precise.

phyllis

I loved your smile. wide, arcing my world safe; with a life i won't forget.. took for granted the bond we had, think I'll not find its like again in anyone.. closeness natural as breathing,

for irene, november 2001

Leaves fall, singly and in groups, whirling to lie, orange. yellow, fading to brown on the city street. You fell, singly.. whilst i was away - whirling to a hospital room where

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