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Heart Storms

Don’t let the cold

Gnaw you to your bones

Wrestle with the wind

Scream at the thunder

Scold that dark sky

As it tries to hinder you… 23 more words


And the winner is...

SUE READY, I don’t know if you’ve ever won at bingo, or even played the game.

But today your number tumbled from the cage—or more accurately, your name was pulled from a hat—as the winner of… 316 more words

What’s Left (Al-Mutanabbi Street), by Katrina Roberts


Not nostalgia but the bluer salt of longing, not sentiment but the smutted sky raining bitter sediment, not our winding blunder down into that wound, not the ash-riddled grotto nor the blood-orange blown-open… 266 more words


6°s, or... Something?

                                                 April 20, 2015

Remember The Secret? Maybe it’s 6°s of separation, or precognition, or something? But…

Go back a couple of Sunday’s to when… 239 more words

Life And Living...


Fern A fern which I had never found among the woods.

If P Then Q

Late Night Poetry; "Big Talk"

The way we used to talk
Passing car lights in our eyes
and parked on the side
of the road with me in the passenger. 88 more words

Creative Writing

Thread Count by Terri Kirby Erickson (Me, as a Child Poetry Series)

Thread Count
for my mother
by Terri Kirby Erickson

My mother hung wet sheets to dry from a rope
that stretched between two poles in our backyard, 421 more words