| Breathing Treatment
| | Awkward brushes of finger tips on wrist... | | Words: | 45 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| Initially
| | Candor is overrated.... | | Words: | 71 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Amuse-Bouche
| | She offers expanses... | | Words: | 27 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Fallacies
| | I had a grilled-cheese earlier,... | | Words: | 42 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Cloudless
| | Your city smells like ginger.... | | Words: | 59 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Thirty Two
| | I am sitting on my kitchen floor tracing the grout between the tiles. Sunlight is coming in through... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 28-07-07 |
| Words: | 1086 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| New Sleep
| | I wake up confused. I am face down in the middle of my bed, limbs akimbo. My pants are unbuttoned... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | repose | | Updated: | 15-07-07 |
| Words: | 599 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Another Dream
| | I am nothing if not... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Lovelorn | | Updated: | 03-07-07 |
| Words: | 84 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Flight Back
| | I am in love with you,... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Love | | Updated: | 30-06-07 |
| Words: | 41 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Freedom
| | Her head was thrown back with a strange and palpable joy. Her spine arched in a way that mimicked... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 29-05-07 |
| Words: | 739 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Willie Changes My Face
| | Three notes of interest as we welcome the holiday season at an unidentified mental health facility... | | Words: | 758 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Screaming the Poetry
| | Magical Meteorite Songwriting Device: Collages by Exene Cervenka... | | Book Reviews | | Genre: | Music | | Updated: | 17-04-07 |
| Words: | 785 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| My Job
| | An average workday for me starts with my entry through a heavy brown locked door. It is early and... | | Words: | 932 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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