Poetry
By Jmoon
Snow falling, Tree limbs reaching into the sky like so many naked wooden fingers, Sky overhead in swirling gray and white and blue— I do, Feel for you, It’s true, That Love tastes like April rain on a stretched-out tongue, And sounds like blowing wind through grass, In springtime though the months do pass, But...
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short stories
Summer’s Secret
I walk through the meadow holding my hands to my sides, the bluebonnets bending on their…
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The Great BluSie
Day 1: After two hundred seventy days hopscotching through space I’ve crash landed on a distant…
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The Lesson
This story is from a new contest I entered, called NYC Midnight. They run different contests…
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