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stephentotheplate

Where poetry and stories collide.

There's always a critic. Someone who feels obliged to share with you, How you don't measure up to The glorious ones who came before you. There's always a critic. Someone heckling from the safety of their seat. Just remember. They... Continue Reading →

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the warm summer's sun has begun to cool. soon foliage will turn from richest forest green, to bright shades of burnt orange, honeyed shades of amber. i mourn the soon coming cold, but take solace in the thought of fireplaces... Continue Reading →

“Amongst Enemies” (microfiction)

The men eagerly poured into the hall. As they settled into their seats, the servants came bringing drinks and plates filled with food. The air soon filled with the smell of delicacies and the laughter of men. As the revelry... Continue Reading →

"I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight" The radio crooned as the detectives walked the scene. There was nothing a... Continue Reading →

Bitter Partings (a story)

She threw clothes into suitcases. Shirts, skirts, tops, blouses, everything. She knew she should've taken her time and folded her clothes more neatly but she didn't have time. It had finally come, the acceptance letter she'd been waiting for. She... Continue Reading →

She wanted to tell him the things he wanted to here. She knew he wanted to hear that this trip hadn't been a waste, that she was more in love with him than ever before, that he was still the... Continue Reading →

Satellites (microfiction)

She sat on the one of giant boulders that dotted the hillside. This used to be their favorite spot. Together they'd watch the stars twinkle above them. He called them satellites. She called them wishing stars. Tonight, she'd call them... Continue Reading →

Pluck the strings of my heart. Strum on my skin like a guitar. Play me like the skillful musician you are.    

Love in Absentia (poem)

Long distance is grueling. The absence, wearying both parties. But the distance is nothing compared to an absentminded lover. The loneliness, nothing compared to a partner indifferent. The path can be lonesome, But it's nothing compared to being next to... Continue Reading →

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