JoseHdz
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | minds. | maggyvaneijk | 5 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | My Mother | Netty Allen | 9 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | My get-away | andrew-evans | 7 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | We Have the Same Eyes | sappho | 12 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The Idle Pen | JoseHdz | 10 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Don't play the Victim. | GabbyEmm | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | In A Cafe, After The Orangerie | Steve Button | 8 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Cote d'Azur | Silver Spun Sand | 30 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Go and Shout it from a Mountain | Tessa_Hart | 8 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | We Want It Now | hadley | 1 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | I Think of Her Tears | JoseHdz | 4 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Plaint of the Supermarket Cashier | Luly Whisper | 1 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Eyes | LKilby | 3 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | A Room in Brooklyn | Anna Marie | 3 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | seasons | Twelvestopsandhome | 1 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Haiku-The Soul | Keiko Shizuru | 1 | 14 years 7 months ago |
My stories
The Border Within
They have built a border: When they want their fruits and vegetables at the dinner table-- Between sweaty fields/ and their inherent privilege.
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Remember Rembrandt?
Twin Towers Correctional Facility; Los Angeles, Ca;— I was starring at the abstract Pattern on the ceiling, Comparing it to Michelangelo’s Last Judgment: The way it flared; the
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A Mountain of a Dream
Los Angeles is visible Beyond the rising towers And the holy Hollywood Sign:
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the silent corn seed
At tender dawn, When the proud roosters Begin to sing, We rise like spring flowers, And walk To the hungry corn stalks To cultivate the ancient land.
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To Say the Least
The wooden pews were like a somber box: I seemed to almost float on rising rocks. The moon arose and roses seemed to glow beyond the twinkling stars of cloudy night; somewhere where yesterday...
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