Tag Archives: death

Holdout – Ken G. #writephoto

Reblogged from rivrvlogr: Holdout Moons will set, boughs remind us of lost traces scattered by the winds, and you will know your time has come. The seasons wait for no one. Continue reading: Holdout

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Lesson – from Sight at Journey – #writephoto

Reblogged from Journey: “It’s a scene that emanates from the sky. A chalky crescent emerging against a backdrop of sky, which not only feels, but is stained in blue. The crescent as the etymology suggest will grow and become a … Continue reading

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Stan Green’s Secret – a short story by Judith Barrow

Reblogged from Judith Barrow… a story that opens a window on the human cost of war: ‘How old are you, son?’ Stan straightened his spine and stretched his shoulders back, looking beyond the man to the recruitment poster of Lord … Continue reading

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A Chance Meeting – Vivian Zems – #writephoto

  A coin for the passage A passage for a song Charon takes payment And ushers us along A psychopomp his trade As we sail past the glade Through the lone eye Our destination beyond There are no more tears … Continue reading

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Adios Amigo – Vivian Zems #writephoto

Guns drawn Sayonara Shots fired, win or lose The wild wild west is still alive Sleep tight (C)- Vivian Zems (#Cinqain) Sue Vincent’s # write photo-spur Source: Adios Amigo – Smell The Coffee

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Death in Life – Sun in Gemini

Reblogged from Steve Tanham: ⦿ I had not thought to think on death Until the line of light grew thin Until the narrow, fragile band Was all there was of what had been ⦿ There was a time I had … Continue reading

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Elusive realities: Deanna Kahler – My Overnight Visitor

The rain poured down on our rooftop that night, and our previously dark and quiet house became filled with bright flashes of light and deep rumbles of thunder. My young daughter, who is afraid of thunderstorms, raced into our bedroom. … Continue reading

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