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A lovers waltz
The midnight wind is cold, whipping ‘round my feet. Head long into the night, bold. Never to miss my lovers heart – beat. Pull up my collar ‘gainst the pounding. Quicken my pace – Must make it to the spot – grounding. My blood pumps harder at the thought of that face. Be there. MyContinue reading “A lovers waltz”
Hard Fought Hallelujah
Question for you
I’ve never hosted a writing prompt. But was gifted this cool game for Christmas called The Storymatic. I will give you 4 pieces of the story. Here is an example: 1. Subject of a medical experiment 2. Person with a devastating secret 3. If only what was said could be taken back 4. Particularly inconvenientContinue reading “Question for you”
Ache
Honestly, I’m not THAT old. My neck is stiff. My back groans. My legs are tired. Skinned dried out from winter blues. My eye lids are heavy. Work coffee! Work! That’s not a hot air balloon. It’s just my head. My sinuses bleed. My eyes are watering. Can’t kill the ringing in my ear! Moan!Continue reading “Ache”
Secrets
Do you have a secret? I do. Don’t share it frequent. Your secret? Nothing you want to share? Good. Let’s not cause another scare. It’s a secret just the same. That shouldn’t cause shame. Shared it once. But got a shocked reply. No. Not you. Couldn’t be. Tell me it’s not true! Shared it twice,Continue reading “Secrets”
Good things come in small packages
I was a little later than what I had planned. But here it is. Paperback: E-book
The Red Words: video
https://youtube.com/shorts/29IPWW5lunE?si=JwQPSlVqKCcOLSND Video to accompany the poem.
My life is paper
My life is paper, day in – day out. All paper! My life is paper.
One candle
It has never been this cold. Though, I can’t see my breath as in stories of old. The coat clinging to my back; in one piece around my torso, is full of cracks. Has my god completely abandoned me? Was my religion a hoax? Alone I sit, on the cold pew. Screaming at God untilContinue reading “One candle”
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