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Storyowl for the morning JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
Storylet there be light JupiterMoon211 years 10 months ago
Storythe nine ladies JupiterMoon211 years 10 months ago
Storynightfall over Whitby JupiterMoon311 years 10 months ago
Storythe 71 Haight-Noriega brings a simple truth home JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
Storymemory bisque JupiterMoon211 years 10 months ago
StoryLike a Small Shingle Tide... JupiterMoon411 years 10 months ago
Storystir-fry JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
Storythe woodwork mirror JupiterMoon211 years 10 months ago
Storyoverbite JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
Storylesson of the birds (part ii) JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
Storyreasons why it's unsafe to run for a bus JupiterMoon211 years 10 months ago
Storythe fountain JupiterMoon111 years 10 months ago
Storythe birds know everything we've forgotten JupiterMoon311 years 10 months ago
StoryOne by One JupiterMoon111 years 10 months ago
StorySlow Measures JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Blood Tree JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Knowledge of a Koi Carp - Part 3 JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
StorySing the Sun Up JupiterMoon311 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Knowledge of a Koi Carp - Part 2 JupiterMoon111 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Last Waltz in the Galaxy JupiterMoon311 years 10 months ago
Storysometimes i deserve a capital I JupiterMoon111 years 10 months ago
StoryPainting for Lemonade JupiterMoon111 years 10 months ago
StoryThe 'I' of Motion JupiterMoon011 years 10 months ago
StoryMeet the Fuc**rs JupiterMoon111 years 10 months ago

My stories

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semblance

semblance displayed as swinging hams, we are ruddy, over-exposed; we have sneak filtered, failed love cropped from the borders a dead gaze, neatly...
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i open my curtains at night, for the stars

i open my curtains at night, for the stars this searing saturation of summer light corrodes concentration conquers promise shrieks into every nerve...
Cherry

for Klavdiya Plotnikova

for Klavdiya Plotnikova your native tongue approached extinction yet ardent for the running juice of red berries when whispered over withered herbs...
Cherry

a minute darker

a minute darker the year swings, branch hung and loose limbed becoming something; abandoning something tonight, the horizon rears and scalps the dark...
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