Douglasjluman

  • Last seen on May 1 12:06 PM. Member since March 1, 2008.
  • I am a 22 year old person
  • I have 17 poems, 2 stories

My Stories

  • Midwestern Bell
    He called again ten years later. But, Vern still didn't fuck with phones. Jim died of cancer that year.
    300 words, April 21, 2008
  • A Place to Call Our Own
    She said I'd be shit outta luck. And I was.
    700 words, March 1, 2008

My Poetry

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  • Agamemnon Blues
    skull farmer
    never learned to reap
    only what he had sown
    <100 words, May 30, 2008
  • irvin studies horology
    your hands shake
    a gale force wind
    100 words, 6 comments, April 18, 2008
  • A Poem for my Father's Memories
    (pēs) – (noun) (1) the period between war or other hostilities,(2) just fucking around, when war isn't happening.
    <100 words, 1 comment, March 30, 2008

My other items

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