InterzoneTypewriter

My Stories

  • The walls of the cellar ached with their own unbearable grey as they cracked and sighed with every passing moment. The stale air hung lazily from the dirty tiles and it moaned
    1100 words, 12 comments, November 11, 2005. In <200 lines, Fiction

My Poetry

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  • The Ache in The Ventilation at allpoetry
    How many happy predictions have wasted into dust...?
    Certainly more than have braved the seasons.
  • ...still all spinning' at allpoetry
    Piercing needles, slide eagerly through flesh; clamped an ethereal quill pens searing meaning onto a living canvas.
  • RIddle 'Why'? at allpoetry
    This is eyes closed at the Sistine Chapel,
    In hospital, this is a no smoking sign -

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