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  • Arcadia Tempest

    Please don't murder my puppy... by Arcadia Tempest

    Where to begin. I’m having trouble finding the beginning in this story as the end is crushing at my throat. It isn’t a pretty story and these kind of stories people prefer to keep in th…

    503 words
  • George Coombs

    Welcome Cat by George Coombs

    come quietly
    into my space
    neighbourhood
    cat…wide eyed
    wonder in your
    questioning eyes…
    ginger colour
    shines as you
    come close…
    no fear of touch
    in quiet innocence
    you are welcome
    here…in…

    101 words
  • RC deWinter

    The Lake of No Regret by RC deWinter

    When all the world sends back what I’d forget
    and sorrow wraps me in its dark embrace,
    my rescue is the Lake of No Regret.

    171 words
  • George Coombs

    Mum's Candle by George Coombs

    (for Mum)
    candle…
    tongue of quiet
    illumination
    gentle presence
    mum here
    close now…
    you have
    come through the
    shadow valley
    now in silence
    my special
    flame dance
    delicate on
    butterfly feet…
    you hav…

    48 words
  • George Coombs

    Neighbourhood cat by George Coombs

    night…silent streets
    softly illumined
    illumined with
    amber street light…
    cool air touched in
    gentleness…
    from no sound came
    my new friend
    quiet like the late night
    slow careful steps he
    greet…

    55 words
  • RC deWinter

    beyond beauty by RC deWinter

    i have learned
    in a roomful of the beautiful
    the eye is drawn
    to that which is not

    136 words
  • su2anne

    How to abide by su2anne

    I run and I run and I run
    But how can you hide from yourself?
    Oh the shame of it
    There is no bin
    No hole
    No place that would take a wretch like me
    What is to be done?

    43 words
  • RC deWinter

    living in the badlands by RC deWinter

    there is no place so unforgiving
    that beauty may not be found
    in miles of desolation

    195 words
  • George Coombs

    Rose by George Coombs

    (In Memoriam Dr. Rose Polge)
    sea received her quietly…
    rose now open in
    new soil far from
    existence extinguishing
    her radiant light
    now…called from her
    deep vocation where
    politicians intruded
    as…

    52 words
  • JRGarland

    A Raging Madness by JRGarland

    A raging madness plunders our gasping hearts
    Under mountains trembling in the desert sky
    As passions swell within the tempest moon
    Grabbing grapes in abundance upon the sea

    A riverboat glides at mark tw…

    107 words
  • su2anne

    Blinkered by ignorance by su2anne

    Come said the moon
    Dance upon my soul and together we will sing in the tide
    The rounded belly
    The sweet curve of breast
    Undulated her response

    55 words
  • George Coombs

    Bridge by George Coombs

    railway bridge
    staunch…dependable
    link for trains taking
    travellers to waiting
    destinations…
    day long traffic
    snakes along car lights are
    eyes seeing into gathering
    darkness…
    all life links …

    52 words
  • su2anne

    The investment by su2anne

    An alter spills contrition
    A woman sits astride smears its leavings on a desiccated soul
    A faceless man sees the never mind
    The believers begging his council.

    79 words
  • Ann  Warrenton

    Betsy by Ann Warrenton

    My skin had dulled and gotten wrinkly

    231 words
  • su2anne

    Unfit to enter by su2anne

    The discourse of an unhinged
    Who’s grasp of reality’s threshold;
    The tenants of which damn her entry,
    Leave her hung out in a cold so bleak
    Hell would freeze over.

    56 words
  • su2anne

    The crow’s story by su2anne

    And where are the Gods?
    With destruction wrought
    Begging falls on shuttered ears
    Statues weep like arrows loose
    To piece the hearts of the unsung

    54 words
  • JRGarland

    Geisha by JRGarland

    Engaging wonders to pass the time away
    Dappling the spirits within a river of song
    Geisha women provide a succulent meal
    Dancing to delightful music played by their hand
    Work gives no place to the laught…

    101 words
  • RC deWinter

    Visiting Tom by RC deWinter

    The air was soft as velvet;
    somewhere a nightbird called.
    I melted into the mist on the deserted streets
    of the Vieux Carré, but I was not alone.

    292 words