deb cole
Hamilton, Canada“You cannot depend on your eyes if your imagination is out of focus” – Mark Twain
Writing
in Silence before the sun
In silence on the shore of the now unfamiliar lake, / The ripples strive to reach us, stretching and pulling. / But we are too far away and…Butterflies Float
She walked slowly down the narrow dirt lane, cupping in her hands the most beautiful butterfly she had ever seen.Father and Son Reunion
It was 19 years since Jake had last seen his father.Mary’s Amnesia
The lake in the middle of the woods was cold and silent ahead of Mary. She could not remember and didn’t know why she was there.The Link
As Kate jogged down the well used but poorly lit trail, a sharp pain rose up from her ankle to her knee, reasoning with her to stop.The Picture You Missed…
Have you ever had one of those moments? When you saw something absolutely INCREDIBLE!! …but you didn’t have your camera?Just a Dream
To sail through the breeze / on a butterflies wingsThe Good Read
Open eyes see only history / In a broken soul dream.Meadow Dreams
Looking at the soft glow of the fading sunset, I’m warmed. / Breathing and feeling the desire of my mind’s eye, I stir.The Maniac
“Stop screaming!” Carl said. “You’re giving me a headache!” / He cupped his hands over his ears and began to …Mike: The Beginning of Fear
Mike drove the last 3 hours to Englehart in a daze and barely remembered the countryside he’d passed. The words “savior and ju…Mike: Revelation
Just as he endeavored to dine upon the nectar of a very fleshy companion, Mike was removed from his fetish.The Ravine
Pulling her jacket closer together against the cold damp air, Karen stumbled down the steep hillside of the ravine.The 11:17 Express
Unfeeling the frosty January wind that ripped at her face, Jessica raced down the well worn steps that led to the train platform. / In her …The Rat
When I finally left the bar (assisted) it was much too dark, foggy and raining and I was much too drunk to care whether I was being follow…The Waves Breaking
Sometimes, I would go down to the beach and stare out, almost hypnotized, at the waves breaking the shoreline. / This was my hide-out from …Memories of a Beach
I lay on the warm, sandy, umbrella polka-dotted beach / I wiggle into the sand and it contours my body / Like that spot was meant for me. /…The Imaginary Lover
I sit, impatient, in my ivory tower, / And wait for my beloved paramour. / I realize that a ludicrous oversight / Eventuates from my realm …
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