| In the Kitchen
| | Before I knew what peace was I looked to you... | | Words: | 62 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Torn
| | Your sound, dusk and rimmed with gold, sways from the tips of maple leaves to leave tendrils on my... | | Words: | 122 | | Comments: | 27 | | Status: | Public |
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| Where You're From
| | Note: This is modelled on "Where I'm From", by George Ella Lyon. The words are of course my own but... | | Words: | 262 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Terminal Beginning
| | I am not interested in talking to anyone when my flight finally arrives in Seattle at three a.m., five hours later than expected. I want only to smoke. The smoking section is empty except for an... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 31-12-07 |
| Words: | 544 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Possum's Last Stand
| | It was a damp kind of morning. The kind that hangs on the trees and shingles, a lingering fragrance... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 22-10-07 |
| Words: | 1343 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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