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The Porch by Sarah Brentyn #WritePhoto

She was about five when she stopped crying. But she still crawled into bed with me. Me. The broken one, the brave one, the older one. My identity was older sister. I’d been alive three years longer than she. That’s … Continue reading

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Man and machine

“What’s the first letter of the alphabet?” “A…” “Okay… then turn it to A.” “Okaaay…” “Now twiddle the little whirly thing all the way…” This conversation came to you courtesy of mother and son. No, not a toddler and young … Continue reading

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Cave – from Jeanne at Seasons #writephoto

Reblogged from Jeanne at  Seasons: A poetic journey of a thousand miles Cave Walking elegance, her heart padlocked, thoughts chained. Unearth the putrid and quiet the noise. Lying in inner turmoil, unable to move or scream, he held her closer. … Continue reading

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Storm rising

For Magnetic Poetry Saturday at Elusive Trope

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Playing footsie

“Take with a meal” the packet said, and “take four times a day,” “Four meals?” my waistline asked in shock, “is there no other way?” “Four meals,” I sighed reluctantly, “I’m not prepared to risk it.” “But four…” my waistline … Continue reading

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Faded #writephoto by Ali Isaac

Reblogged from Ali Isaac in response to the photo prompt: I never liked roses. They are over-blown and gaudy, just like the woman he ran off with; their scent cloying and sweet, like his shirt after he’d been with her; … Continue reading

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Faded Rose

Leopard print lycra Stretched too tight Over tired hips And faded lips Bleeding crimson Into pursed lines   Peroxide blonde Faded to brass Blows like straw In winter’s maw Threadbare tapestry Of make-believe   Mascara laden Heavy lids Too much … Continue reading

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  The flame died; Spitting a public obscurity, Veiled by volume And the sparkle of illusion. An outpouring of love That quenched fire with fire, Heat with ice, Desire with approval And the smooth nodding Of judgemental mediocrity. Wearing suburban … Continue reading

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