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Nibbling corn, he saw the world shorn of its preconceptions & scorned the forewarned Continue reading Once upon a Winter Morn
Gray waves rolled onto a pale shore.
Not Tenerife sea for sure.
I’m heartsore
hurting evermore
from the confusion and more. Continue reading Not the Tenerife Sea
Who was I? Was I a member of the suit-and-tie wearing corporate class or a sword-swinging man in a metal cuirass? Continue reading Memory’s Shell Game
I’m out of my depth,
out of my league,
stepping on speaking hens
who prophesy doom. Continue reading Stepping on Speaking Hens
We’ve taken over again and we’re running a sale and having a launch party! Continue reading Blog Takeover & A Sale!
Images bloomed, scattershot
then in a barrage caught
and reflected on the knife
slicing the air, ending my unlife. Continue reading Aired Out
A gun-toting Cupid shot
me through the heart Continue reading I prefer my Cupid without his Gun
If I’m not the one, then who am I? Continue reading Monday Morning Melts
Luminous wings flapped,
while thunder clapped
drowning out my screams. Continue reading The Knife’s Cold Play
While they fiddled with technological things, I opened another portal and glided through it onto asphalt startling a young black man holding a parcel. His jaw dropped at the sight of my splendor, but one flick of my smallest branch removed the memory. Continue reading Blog Takeover – Day 3
Like a criminal it stalked.
Floating up as I balked,
the dagger balanced on point. Chalked
circles met my eye and they talked
of black magic while I gawked. Continue reading Like a criminal, it stalked
I can’t believe I am doing this. I’m the commander of the Rangers for God’s sake. Continue reading Blog Takeover – Day 2
Smoke punched him in the face. Overbalancing, he plummeted into the rainbow-hued mist of an uncaring sun. Continue reading Smoke Punched Him in the Face.
Between the lines, we fell,
I to heaven, he to hell.
Listening for the bell,
I heard only death’s knell,
calling my crush to his cell. Continue reading Between the Lines
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