A confounding conundrum which often plagues us is the case of the missing sock. Whether it’s one of our salaciously skin-tight stockings, or a warm winter sock, chances are we will not find it anywhere. Who knows where these sneaky creatures always slip off to? […]
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sock – yet another poem
by huang xin
Snowflakes fall in the winter wind, as
Overtures to the new year begin. […]
sock – a play
by yvette
[SOQUE is carrying a large backpack. The town he is going through is Sockington, a town known to have many travelling socks. There are rows of shops on the street and there seems to be a festival going on.] […]
sock – a poem
by sean
Her socks are much higher than an ordinary girl’s.
The sheer dark fabric so tight on her skin. […]
sock – another poem
by shina
A singular sock sits atop my laundry,
lonely and unmatched. […]
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