| Remembrance
| | I spent some time remembering... | | Words: | 79 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| visions
| | voices of mutes... | | Words: | 32 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Lanced
| | Festering, like fallout, memories... | | Words: | 55 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| Repertoire
| | I danced sex against his mouth;... | | Words: | 48 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Summer 2008 poems
| | E as a variable constant It throws my theory of travelling to a simple moment when the light sparked that instant I knew your soul was mine, my constant love, into outer space, where speed is measured... | | Words: | 301 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Olive Trees by Van Gogh
| | http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b395/champagne1982/TheOliveTrees.jpg... | | Words: | 67 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Caring Without Character
| | The cab pulled to the curb just as the passenger in the back raised the barrel of the hand gun. The... | | Words: | 147 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| punctuation
| | is the grammarian baleful... | | Words: | 71 | | Comments: | 19 | | Status: | Public |
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| Brave New World Order
| | Chapter One Jon knew it was especially cold out today without looking at the atmospheric reports on the Metsat terminal. Half the time he was sure the guys who had written the forecast program had... | | Words: | 1926 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Reader |
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| On Crutches
| | Being on crutches at any time is tough, it's worse in winter, trust me. I hobbled up the walk, eyes on the concrete patches shining through the mottled pattern of crusted snow, to reach the door.... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Humour | | Updated: | 14-01-08 |
| Words: | 482 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| You
| | You are a wonder spoke softly,... | | Words: | 86 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| Rebirth
| | I looked at all that you have lost, and in truth I somehow... | | Words: | 171 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Public |
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| fall
| | Walk this path, cinders crunch... | | Words: | 88 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Last Present
| | The youngster sat cross-legged, in the semi-circle of children, at Santa's feet. He was watching the... | | Words: | 204 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| Dead Dog Triolet
| | Mother told me there'd be days like this one.... | | Words: | 87 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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