I’d like to thank Ray Whitaker and the team at Masticadores Canada for publishing my poem Dark Clouds. Thank you 💕
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Clickety Clack
Today’s quote
“Are the hairs of his head easier to be numbered than his feelings and the beating of his heart?” St. Aurelius Augustinus, The Confessions of St. Augustine
M.E.N.
This projection was so different. Always behind a trend, Alex swiped apathetically at thin air. Even the keyboard she used to type in the web address was a projection. It was a sad day when her laptop died. Old school technology couldn’t even be purchased on the black market. Here she was, swiping away. Up.Continue reading “M.E.N.”
The leaf
The leaf Erin had been told that dreaming about muddy water meant something bad was going to happen. Many times in her life, she had dreamt about the muddy water of a flooded river. Or a disturbed creek. Never had the water touched her. One time, the muddy water lapped hungrily toward herContinue reading “The leaf”
Featured Poet
Wow! This is me. 🤗 I’d like to thank the team at Chewers by Masticadures for offering to feature my work on their site. A special thanks to Nolcha and Juan.
Don’t!
Don’t! Step out of your hole. Stay hidden like a mole. ~ Don’t! Try to feel the sun on your face. Always remember your place. ~ Don’t! Emerge to smell the flowers. The sting of a bee will leave the memories sour. ~ Don’t! Try to experience that gentle summer rain. It will only causeContinue reading “Don’t!”
Gettin’ old
Please allow me to start this piece with, I have issues that aren’t associated with aging. However; I’m not naive enough to think the issues I have aren’t part of the problem. And I have to keep educating myself about menopause (or the change of life). I’ve always heard, your mom is a good indicatorContinue reading “Gettin’ old”
A Thousand Lives
I have lived a thousand lives and soon the world will see what my heart has given in order to make me. The whirlwind in my mind has focused its view. All but one life is blind which makes me very blue. At night when my mind is asleep bits and pieces through my unconsciousContinue reading “A Thousand Lives”
Would you explode?
Shh ~ If I taped your mouth shut, would you explode? Would you implode? ~ If you were put in a padded room with no one around, would you keep talking? Squawk, squawk, squawking. ~ Why do you talk so much. It really doesn’t create the personal touch. ~ I don’t care. Shut up ifContinue reading “Would you explode?”
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