I am a storyteller. Let me spin you marvellous yarns. And in return, let me hear your stories. Of that day when you saw a star shedding petals. Or the day your cat swished his tail and told you he was the prince of fairy land.  I will tell you why the raindrops sing on my windowpane. And of that beautiful boy who changed into a bird and flew away ( Read more... )

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To Have Without Holding // Marge Piercy ( Read more... )

This poem is so excruciating and haunting. I would love to write stories centred around this.


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