Daily Archives: May 24, 2017

Now

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Colleen’s poetry challenge

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Consequences #writephoto #shortstory

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

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#writephoto : gargoyle by Joelle Le Gendre

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Thursday #writephoto prompt: Inside-out “Who’d a thought I’d be goin’ to a black an’ white ball? All them senators dancin’ with their wives…or husbands, an’ the president, too!” I hooted at my son. “Mother…please!” he whispered sharply. I hain’t seen … Continue reading →

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Agoraphobia

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on Magnanimous Word:
he thought he should go out he told himself he must go out the thought came the thought went out he stayed inside he did not go out ©2016 Alka . I wrote this poem…

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Outside and Inside by Balroop Singh #writephoto

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

The wondrous window… Her world, her only real realm That connected her with clouds Outside and inside. The edges of the windowsill Smoother than paths she trod Reassured her that she was safe In the arms of her benefactor All … Continue reading →

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Inside-out by D. Wallace Peach #writephoto

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

“You will wed Nallea,” Lord Rydan commanded. “It is already agreed. This is not a lad’s game.” “She’s seven!” “In eight years, she will be fifteen. I will not argue this with you.” “I don’t know her. I have no … Continue reading →

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North to south

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

There was barely a pause for breath between the journey back from the north and a new journey south. Time seems to have run away this month, I find myself writing about events three weeks late and with so much … Continue reading →