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On the wind

Hi people, if there are still any of you here (and thanks for sticking around!). I’m scrambled and uncertain and I don’t get to post as much as I used to, as much as I’d want to. 113 more words

My Writing

Perspective (1)

“What are you looking at with your
eyes so closed?” asked the cat.
“The stars and brighter suns. And dark nights
that even the demons… 29 more words

Poetry

Haiku: the writer

He sits, rigidly.

Fingers twitch – little girl dies.

Eyes shut. Plot lives on.

© Devina S.
My Writing

Mornin' soup

The air was frigid

Like soup left on the table

The wind blew in forceful gusts

As if blind the to long dead heat

 The night was a hungry child 25 more words

My Writing

One

Stretched out on the back seat
I close my eyes and pretend,
My head rests on vibrant green grass
The edges beaded with dew
I see the stars above,

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My Writing