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StoryEpitaphs in Verse - Reflections in the Eyes of a Poet loquaciousicity19 years 6 months ago
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StoryA Flake of Your Life Starfish Girl109 years 6 months ago
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StoryA Pregnant Lass loquaciousicity09 years 6 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - Potted Husband Jane Hyphen79 years 6 months ago
Story‘Some Days’ Art of the Diver69 years 6 months ago
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Malimar

Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars my mind implodes in Malimar where Naiads bathe in caviar - I dream of dwarves and three-eyed tsars. The captive...
Cherry

The Harlot 2

While all-night Queens carve figurines in gelatine and jade, behind a door and on the floor a deal is finally made. A painted girl with flaxen curl...
Gold cherry

Treasure for Maureen

A midnight ship with silver sails And hoisted flags with scarlet tails Is whisked by winds of golden gales Descending from the skies above. And...

Till the End of Time

Stand straight for truth while in your youth and still within your prime, when aged, exude plumb rectitude to steep a life sublime for after dying...
Cherry

I Hear Guitars a' Calling

I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling when sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wing as day departs, a yawning ash...

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