I don’t, as a rule, edit Beloved’s work, just as he doesn’t typically edit mine either. However today was not a typical day and thus rules were meant to be broken. 343 more words
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1 week, 3 days ago
Poetry For The Divided
A man may be so sick
As to be sick of himself.
The house requires repairs
No doctor will save it now.
A man may build an empire… 18 more words
2 weeks, 1 day ago
My Tossed Green Salad
When did the years begin getting shorter? Was there something like a Summer Solstice that I missed? I remember when Christmas couldn’t get here soon enough. 18 more words
2 weeks, 3 days ago
Now, nearly three months on, when I think of Lynne, I am met with silence. It is like a radio station taken off air.
Since that summer of 2015, she had broadcast so noisily. 138 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
And Here Am I
” Time is passing: not leaden stepping but sprinting on winged feet, quick silver slipping by.” -Richard L. Ratliff
1 month ago
Hush, hush hushed the breaking grass
as we wended our winding way.
The canal’s muddy water lay still
’til the smooth water crashed, cascaded
over jaggedy, jeering rocky jaws. 45 more words
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