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StoryUrban Spring Philip Sidney249 years 10 months ago
StoryNoise (IP) agnosticnun49 years 10 months ago
StoryBattle Cries Bee469 years 10 months ago
StorySeven Sins agnosticnun89 years 10 months ago
StoryHis Father's Eyes Silver Spun Sand149 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Alcoholic Queen smokejack79 years 11 months ago
StoryDeus Ex agnosticnun19 years 11 months ago
StoryGrandma Glasses tibi popovici49 years 11 months ago
StoryMeditation CS_Anders59 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Last Page, Unwritten agnosticnun19 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Moving Vans of my Childhood (late IP: moving) agnosticnun610 years 2 months ago
StoryTrue tales from an austere kingdom – the Disability in work act Terrence Oblong610 years 3 months ago
StoryHeritage lenchenelf810 years 5 months ago
StorySaulina who was forbidden to smile (IP) well-wisher110 years 5 months ago
StoryThis world was not made for agnostics (IP) agnosticnun010 years 5 months ago
StoryWhen I was a Kid Richard L. Prov...310 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Poet Peasant luigi_pagano1010 years 5 months ago
StoryMidpoint (IP) agnosticnun610 years 6 months ago
CollectionInspiration Point agnosticnun010 years 6 months ago
StoryRegarding your roses, sir. (IP) agnosticnun1010 years 6 months ago
StoryOnce I Was A Poet Bee2510 years 6 months ago
Forum topicBan The Burkha? styx1510 years 6 months ago
StoryMathematics (IP) agnosticnun110 years 6 months ago
StoryGirl in the Tree socialeaf510 years 6 months ago
StoryFifty-Fifty rosaliekempthorne510 years 6 months ago

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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Histories of a small town in Ontario

We were a town before there was a country, homesteads clustering, Grown from blood and dirt and starvation. Ships came over from Ireland. Don’t ask,...
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Gold cherry

Groceries

IP: Left Over There are many things more depressing than grocery stores
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Spring's Not Real (Late IP: Solstice)

Spring is a sort of wishful thinking / a door half-open, unable to decide.
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Noise (IP)

An infant bursting into white light wails. Shattering, the sound wave washes outward and is lost in the general background hum. A tired mother clings to the echo.

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