Monthly Archives: July 2015

Counting

Red check marks fill the white spaces numbers get smaller from toes to fingers and the coming storm marks your arrival Advertisements

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Consuming Madness

Sometimes I wonder why I write. What’s the point. But then I have to tell myself to take a step back. And then I see the answer. I’m writing for me. If no one ever reads a single word I’ve written, I am still my own audience. The words, trapped inside, floating around in a […]

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#405

the old widow sits in her rocker shifting back and forth needles twisting eyes drifting the squeak of her chair the lullaby of sleep

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Re-arranging

pencil shavings join the flakes of rubber crumpled pages pieces flying through the air grunts and groans come from her tired mouth fighting with the words in her head the words that don’t match what she puts down on paper when it sounded perfect inside her head and page after page she scratches out hoping […]

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Nurture

the sun comes the rain stops the mountains sigh the flowers bloom as nature resets replenishes

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Climbing

I will walk the miles carrying you on my back against the wind and the rain because with you I feel lighter than air and when I get too weary from the journey I’ll rest beside the flowing stream and you’ll pull me up in your embrace and we’ll continue on our way

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