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Retrogression

Retrogression

Do you have my feet?
Is there time left
in this wind of the clock?
I left them to dry by the fire.
The clock key is stuck between… 49 more words

Poetry

Stillness

I have a habit of keeping clocks on my walls, but taking out the batteries.

When I sit in my room in silence and the ticking drones on in the background, it gradually transforms from soft ticks to deafening gunshots reminding me how quickly everything slips through my fingers. 41 more words

CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE: NUMBERS

Rather than rely on Arabic numerals, I opted for Roman ones. I’m sure the clock tower in White Rock has some history behind it, but I didn’t bother with research this morning. 41 more words

Photography

Hands of a Charlatan

After participating in the National Flash Fiction Day FlashFlood last year, I knew I couldn’t resist submitting again this year. Luckily, the editors accepted my story for publication. 42 more words

Flash-fiction

Standing Strong

today, I am a tower.

the clocks spin, moving hands not

moving me; I am

caught in a web of sunlight.

breathing in, I feel… 37 more words