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Storythe principal of one lost shoe JupiterMoon111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Elegant Chef JupiterMoon111 years 11 months ago
Storythe same deep water as me JupiterMoon211 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Waltons and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder JupiterMoon211 years 11 months ago
Storyman with broom for head JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
Storythe sea hog at noon JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Yes/No Door Creak JupiterMoon111 years 11 months ago
StoryRevolt of the Albumen JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
Storyi know why the caged bird smokes JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
Storyisn't anything JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
Storyif this life is a library, we're sure quiet now JupiterMoon211 years 11 months ago
Storygreenland JupiterMoon211 years 11 months ago
Storyhow spiders make the most of our world JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
Storyhow Richard Brautigan gave us the words for all the artificial voices in the world JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Fifteen JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Thirteen and a half JupiterMoon111 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Thirteen JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Eleven and whatever JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Eleven JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Nine and a half JupiterMoon111 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Nine JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter Seven and five sevenths JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
StoryGrayling Junction - Chapter 7 and a half JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago
Storyinnocent wallpaper JupiterMoon111 years 11 months ago
Storyink black JupiterMoon011 years 11 months ago

My stories

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Poem of the week

me six, you still seven

as the country shivered through another winter, not quite discontent – but undoubtedly bitter
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this weather station

this weather station positioned at a distance remote and true, this structure stands still recording changes in the air; the observed passing of time...
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missing: presumed poet

toothed toast edges remain, cooled coffee has assembled serene pools in the sink each reflects a ceiling
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

don't die (inside)

don’t die (inside) don’t – be fooled into drinking that flat white
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rose quartz snake oil

they arrive as a rainbow of vulnerability trembling tumbles from taxis

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