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StoryOde to Jo. alphadog1312 years 10 months ago
Storyher eyes alphadog1312 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Poppy Man Silver Spun Sand2012 years 10 months ago
StoryFreshwater bay alphadog11012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe kids are alright alphadog1112 years 10 months ago
Forum topicThe Iron Lady TheShyAssassin812 years 11 months ago
StoryLove's resilient fragrant kiss to my friends. (sonnet) alphadog1312 years 11 months ago
Storytweets alphadog1312 years 11 months ago
StorySnuggled up alphadog1312 years 12 months ago
Storyfinger hooks alphadog1212 years 12 months ago
Storyit alphadog1313 years 1 week ago
Storymistletoe. alphadog1213 years 1 week ago
Storylament for our sofa alphadog1413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI recall with a giddy wonder. alphadog1413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI recall with a giddy wonder. alphadog1313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIT Out_Of_Control_13413 years 3 weeks ago
Storysitting on my fathers shoulders alphadog11213 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOh how I hate to say this, I leave here very well. alphadog1413 years 1 month ago
StoryThe song of Trees. alphadog1913 years 1 month ago
Storyspent Version 2 alphadog1213 years 1 month ago
StorySpent version 1 alphadog1113 years 1 month ago
Storystained soul, alphadog1113 years 1 month ago
StoryEntreaties mine alphadog1113 years 1 month ago
StoryReflections alphadog1313 years 1 month ago
Storyuntitled alphadog1213 years 2 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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