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Mortally
Mortally, I walk this fragile Earth. Mortally, I face the biting air. Mortally, the elements break away my resolve. Mortally, I lean on an understanding greater than mine. Mortally , I dare to love, hope, dream, believe. Mortally, I climb to see the mountain top. Mortally, I face the dark unknown. Mortally, I seek myContinue reading “Mortally “
Love
Last night I was watching a movie; “We blind ourselves to the truth because we are weak, because we hope. But there’s no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal. Aye and always.” What do you think? Does love always win? Or does it always end? Is love even real? Or is it a stateContinue reading “Love”
Alive
You made it out alive. Not giving in to the wells insatiable appetite. But I bet you have clay on your boots and under your nails. You’re alive. Clay washes off. Mud will settle. Much needed water fresh on the table. ~ *Bois d’ arc aka Lions Mane, A poetic conversation, 2024.
Sunshine Valley
Cemetery The old man fell to his knees, his hat in his hands. Tears streamed down his haggard face. How could you live with someone 60 years and just forget about that person? The pain was fading. It may have been a function of him getting older. He was having the hardest timeContinue reading “Sunshine Valley”
It’s your mom’s birthday today, and you…
Finish the story; number 12 – It’s your mom’s birthday today, and you… It’s your mom’s birthday today, and you… A friend invited us to his farm to pick veggies. While we were there, he offered us any of the flowers that were growing. His wife (now deceased) ordered flowers by the dozens. Many heContinue reading “It’s your mom’s birthday today, and you…”
Hide me
Enjoy
Sour delight, tinglesstarting from taste buds to toes.Begging, more more more!
The face of loneliness
Yesterday my chapter of Winter Season was one of my main characters being lonely. Loneliness has been called an epidemic. The other day, while shopping the coffee aisle, scanning for a bargain, this flustered woman says, ‘“I can’t find the Coffeemate”. So I helped her look. They had little containers but not the big oneContinue reading “The face of loneliness”
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