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StoryOde to Jo. alphadog1313 years 1 month ago
Storyher eyes alphadog1313 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Poppy Man Silver Spun Sand2013 years 1 month ago
StoryFreshwater bay alphadog11013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe kids are alright alphadog1113 years 2 months ago
Forum topicThe Iron Lady TheShyAssassin813 years 2 months ago
StoryLove's resilient fragrant kiss to my friends. (sonnet) alphadog1313 years 3 months ago
Storytweets alphadog1313 years 3 months ago
StorySnuggled up alphadog1313 years 3 months ago
Storyfinger hooks alphadog1213 years 3 months ago
Storyit alphadog1313 years 3 months ago
Storymistletoe. alphadog1213 years 3 months ago
Storylament for our sofa alphadog1413 years 3 months ago
StoryI recall with a giddy wonder. alphadog1413 years 3 months ago
StoryI recall with a giddy wonder. alphadog1313 years 3 months ago
StoryIT Out_Of_Control_13413 years 4 months ago
Storysitting on my fathers shoulders alphadog11213 years 4 months ago
StoryOh how I hate to say this, I leave here very well. alphadog1413 years 4 months ago
StoryThe song of Trees. alphadog1913 years 4 months ago
Storyspent Version 2 alphadog1213 years 4 months ago
StorySpent version 1 alphadog1113 years 5 months ago
Storystained soul, alphadog1113 years 5 months ago
StoryEntreaties mine alphadog1113 years 5 months ago
StoryReflections alphadog1313 years 5 months ago
Storyuntitled alphadog1213 years 5 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Powderpuff

Leaves of Powderpuff, Grey-yellow, steel-cotton, Dissolve into soft blue. As a sliver of a silver coin Slyly slips into view. She rises, Fingering...

The windows of her soul

The windows of her soul pull apart the soft soil Of my heart: slowly allowing me to enter truth. For through her open oval, that knot now rises;...

The Human condition second position

I have an addiction That’s hard to control Physical unconditional Recreational and bliss That leaves a guilt stain Am I to blame For these feelings...

The Human condition

I have an addiction I have no control Physical unconditional Recreational bliss That leaves a guilt stain In an accusation refrain Am I to blame? For...

The war of 1944

Like a green swarm they crawled out of their sinking metal pods and moved slowly over razors; towards the sand masked pillars Of cracked concrete...

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