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Dancing in CharacterA Poem by Ken Simm.A Confounded letter about her lost ghostly love. |
Crone WisdomA Story by Shelley Holt-LowreyMy elder. My self. If I ever were to need council, I would hope to find this woman depicted here. Perhaps if I am lucky, I will become her. |
Won't Know Until LaterA Poem by Mike GoodwinCalifornia girls we're unforgettable, Daisy dukes bikinis on top. |
For the First TimeA Poem by Sarah EmilyInspired by an elderly couple at a choir performance. |
EndingA Poem by RoughWaterJohnA poem about the end of life, and those that help to ease |
that first real loveA Story by SarandaYou never stop loving your first real, true love. |
Death BringerA Story by MurderBearsOnly death can take death itself |
World so bigA Poem by twinklestarWorld so big, so wide.Be careful not to get lost in it child, don't be afraid though.Travel it, explore it, learn from it expand your horizons.Adventu.. |
If only if onlyA Poem by Lisa Marie Firth FountainTick and tock goes a rickety clock, but don't they all follow suit? |
One foot in the graveA Story by h cingisizBased on a writing exercise where you write for 10 minutes and include a proverb ("One foot in the grave") and 8 specific words (cliff, blackberry, ne.. |
The Age of 50A Poem byI never thought I'd live to see that day |
RecollectionA Poem by Louis McNabCan we re-discover our youth and the wonders it brought even after we've abandoned it all? Is there something that can take us back to the times past?.. |
At The BottomA Poem by Saint No-OneI long to sit at a baras weathered as a workman’s handsand sip from a dusty glass,whiskey aged and brown.An old companion that laughsin my gut, .. |
My Granny's HouseA Poem by The NamelessA poem I wrote about my granny and her sentimental connections to her possessions |
Tales of Happiness IA Poem by JazmenI have the grey on me Perhaps it's the sky or this throw, the bed or the walls or the breeze- It’s like comfort, the grey , and I love it, for.. |
so shall iA Poem by Don BeeKeeperage is weightless but time is heavy |
TwilightA Poem by VerserHe descends to bed in parts, windblown weary,And dreams of daybreak coffee with the sea,At dawn his aching legs take him thereWhere the winter waves w.. |