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Tag Archives: Reading
There Is Always A Then
Thoughts are objects And they are bound within A fiction of our infinite pages. Leafs so thin, That we fit them Within forever With careful words. The parchment is made Of flesh and leaves. We press flowers within our covers … Continue reading
The Blank Page (Portrait #9)
Full of space, it invites your wishes to be written down upon it. Then, as soon as you jot or type something within its parameters, it looks back at you and tells you more about what your wishes … Continue reading
The Fern (Portrait #5)
This stream is the coldest my hands have ever touched. If there is a bottom to its shallowness, I can’t find it. The water seems so damned clear, too clear. I think I should be able to see, but I … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Portraits
Tagged Author, Books, Ferns, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Foliage, Forest. Ghosts, Hamlet, Nature, Ophelia, Reading, Rivers, Shakespeare, Streams, Writer, Writing
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There Are Days Of Longer Daylight
There are days of longer daylight When time can’t figure out what direction it travels. A lost light, which cannot heal, as it hurls itself forward A movement through something, changing Abandoned. It cannot come back or go home. … Continue reading
The Ripples Are Confused
The river runs grey today Echoing the action of clouds They move, as it runs We are underneath, on the banks The river is smiling at us This leads to a flood of sky Movement, on the way … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Author, Civilization, Climate Change, Control, Extinction, Fiction, Flood, Literature, Love, Nature, Non Fiction??, Poem, Poetry, Post Apocalypse, Rain, Reading, River, Writer, Writing
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We Awaken In The New Dry Day
You are like the missing rain Only the mist has been caught in the trees A thousand kisses fall to the ground Mud has formed at my feet I am on my hands Tracing your lips Wooden steps support … Continue reading
