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| In Memoriam
| | Yields of red and white polyester blooms... | | Words: | 48 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Cherry Blossoms
| | March - too early for cherry blossoms.... | | Words: | 54 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Niobe
| | Skin sheathed in limestone... | | Words: | 35 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| 1977
| | Polaroids - albums and albums stacked and wrapped in plastic... | | Words: | 81 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Singing Sand
| | It all changed when the sand began to sing... | | Words: | 62 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Man Who Would Be Loved
| | There once was a man who lived an ordinary life. He got up in the morning, stretched, put on his suit and went to work. He did this 5 days a week for 12 months of the year. In between getting up and... | | Words: | 916 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Lady Who Could Never Forget
| | There once lived a lady who could never forget. She was both blessed and cursed. Every day she would go about her business: running errands, visiting neighbours and attending macramé class. Not once... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 16-07-07 |
| Words: | 585 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Lady Who Lost Her Voice
| | There once was a lady who lost her voice. She woke up one morning and it was gone. Just like that. Imagine No warning. Just gone. The morning was replete with irony. Birds sang. Car engines hummed.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 16-07-07 |
| Words: | 598 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Woman who Lost the Thread
| | There once was a woman who could not find what she was looking for. Not ever. What an affliction! To spend the best part of every day searching for something; that sense of incompletion. "Drat!" she... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 16-07-07 |
| Words: | 900 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Ebb and Flow
| | She is a fickle mistress,... | | Words: | 29 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Reversing the Muse
| | My memories of you are like fresh paint: sticky with colour,... | | Words: | 104 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Island Memories
| | We all descend - scraped knees and sun-bleached hair into the dusk... | | Words: | 73 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Mourning Glory
| | I mourn for your death... | | Words: | 29 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Beyond Words
| | He half-stands,... | | Words: | 69 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Park
| | We watched the swans and said nothing.... | | Words: | 85 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Salvation
| | I saw raw angels bleeding light... | | Words: | 64 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Morning Coffee
| | No need for the gas heater,... | | Words: | 109 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Hannah
| | I watch as she plays on the breezy shore,... | | Words: | 90 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Dogstar
| | I let you enter my orbit... | | Words: | 83 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Subway Elegy
| | Submarine sandwich... | | Words: | 107 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| La Morta
| | She wears tragedy so casually... | | Words: | 49 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Automat
| | Five cent coffee and a slab of key lime pie... | | Words: | 70 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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