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StoryMan of Iron skinner_jennifer119 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Tenth Circle of Hell Silver Spun Sand89 years 2 months ago
StoryI Need Me a Forest - A Rant hudsonmoon149 years 2 months ago
StoryA busy mozzie’s buzz Rhiannonw149 years 2 months ago
StoryLucy's in the Sky (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand89 years 2 months ago
Story'All That Jazz' Silver Spun Sand109 years 2 months ago
StoryNuthoused EB169 years 2 months ago
StoryPainting the Homeless Godly Silver Spun Sand189 years 2 months ago
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StoryWelsh/English Waters Mix Rhiannonw129 years 2 months ago
StoryFrozen Ground Rhiannonw139 years 3 months ago
StoryEnlightened big stu29 years 3 months ago
StoryI am a sheradised annular nail - re written Deliberately Ev...59 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Lady that Played Piano Silver Spun Sand69 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Sky to be Born (Sean Elyot) loquaciousicity39 years 3 months ago
StoryOld Central Birmingham Library Philip Sidney159 years 3 months ago
StoryBorder Control (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney259 years 3 months ago
StoryAccording to the Birdie Rhiannonw109 years 3 months ago
StoryPink with Purple Peonies Silver Spun Sand89 years 3 months ago
StoryJake and The Beach Hut tcook69 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Prince as Limerick tcook59 years 3 months ago
StoryEugene and the Eskimo loquaciousicity69 years 3 months ago
StoryA flaw in the Atheists "You Can't Prove A Negative" Argument - well-wisher29 years 3 months ago
StoryWhy it is impossible for God to prove itself to an atheist well-wisher29 years 3 months ago
StoryThe right book.... alice sunderland59 years 3 months ago

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The Circus Is In Town

Come join the unraveling circus quite soon to be passing our way, with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us - line up as they lead us astray! Arriving...
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Rough Roads To Roam (Poetry Monthly)

The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned...

Love Without Hope

Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon space with shadows in the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace - her farewell smile I...

Rat-A-Tat-Tat (Poetry Monthly)

The typewriters tap, with a rat-a-tat-tat, like a fourth estate rap to provide us the pap (that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat) in a...

The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night, upon the Stone, by candlelight...

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