Daily Archives: March 28, 2017

Empty by D. Wallace Peach #Writephoto

Empty Sable and bristle brushes clattered into the waste between crinkled tubes of paint gone her linseed and turpentine she surrendered her easel to anger and snapped her palette in oily hues of cerulean blue ochre and umber. With room … Continue reading

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Guest Author: Jaye Marie – Friendship

I have never had many friends. Well, not until now, that is. I moved around a lot as I was growing up, never staying in one place for long and I suppose I got into the habit of always being … Continue reading

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I have a notion…

Originally posted on Sun in Gemini:
I have a notion That eons’ light and dark Have left their mark Upon our inner ocean ➰ I have a shadow Whose lengthening crease Is cast on mood and body’s peace When walking…

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Empty by The Urban Spaceman #writephoto

We dug into the ground with pick and axe, iron and steel biting into rich earth. We delved for everything which sparkled and shone. From the ground we tore everything precious, and some things which were not. Then we dug … Continue reading

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Looking out

With half an eye to a handsome face… Rugged, smooth or touched with grace… Or a pretty dress I’d love to wear, A pair of heels, a style of hair… I’m seventeen, or twenty three… Or would have been Were … Continue reading

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Sea Shadows by Kim Russell #writephoto

The sea is a shadow washing the shoreline, filling in dents and scavenging sand, drowning dunes in beach foam and brine. The sea is a shadow chasing along the strand, shattering shells and scattering stones, casting its treasures on the … Continue reading

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Hidden tales

A veil of silence closes around the stories of my day. They are stories of love, and of loss, and of the heartache that we each experience at some point in our lives. Of the tragedies played out behind staid … Continue reading

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Considering White-Skunk… Stuart France

* The Opening dynamic resembles the ‘Edenic’ in so far as a prohibition is transgressed… ‘Do not eat from that tree, for you shall surely die.’ ‘Do not cross the lodge, for you shall leave a stench.’ * …And there … Continue reading

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Bells #midnighthaiku

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