Daniel Saint-John

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StoryHokusai Daniel Saint-John14 years 1 month ago
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StorySecond miracle misskelizabeth810 years 8 months ago
StoryCommunion Daniel Saint-John211 years 8 months ago
StoryChristmas in Mexico Daniel Saint-John211 years 8 months ago
StoryBeing human Daniel Saint-John311 years 8 months ago
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StoryApril Daniel Saint-John011 years 8 months ago
Forum topicOlympics Daniel Saint-John711 years 8 months ago
Forum topicJ.K. Rowling and crime fiction, true? Daniel Saint-John1311 years 8 months ago
CollectionSongs for a fragile humanity Daniel Saint-John011 years 8 months ago
StoryThe streets of Paris Daniel Saint-John011 years 9 months ago
StoryLet there be another world Daniel Saint-John011 years 9 months ago
StoryPebbles, water, wind & toad Daniel Saint-John011 years 9 months ago
StoryMadrid Daniel Saint-John011 years 9 months ago
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StorySometimes Daniel Saint-John011 years 9 months ago
StoryHow to write poetry Daniel Saint-John011 years 9 months ago
StoryHot sun Daniel Saint-John011 years 9 months ago
StoryWhispers in a Forest Natalia612 years 7 months ago
StoryFishing with dad Daniel Saint-John412 years 8 months ago
StorySometimes redux Daniel Saint-John412 years 9 months ago
StoryThe knife Daniel Saint-John112 years 10 months ago
StoryFraiser, Red Wine and Kid Cuisine ContinuityMistake312 years 10 months ago

My stories

I gaze upon

I gaze upon the world from my window the azure skies and fluffy cumulus from my window the cherry orchard with drops of crimson from my window the...

Fishing with dad

It is cold and I am sleepy. A moonless sky shines above our head, a slow sun climbing its way up from down deep in the horizon. The smell of living trout lives in the river,

How to write poetry

It is not enough that Maiakovski died for our sins, nor that walking down the shore he once rolled between his tongue the syllables of a roaring wave. I met the beach lifeguard.

Sometimes redux

Sometimes I believe I am still your thoughts That my eyes and their image disturb your dreams That you listen to my voice with the rattle of windchimes

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