My victory-insignia – for Friday Fictioneers
Warm sand meets my bare feet and tells of losses, of sorrows but now also hope. The sea might have taken all away, but writhen canopies murmur soft songs of […]
Moon sway to your tangerine delight – for dVerse
In solemn paint-by-numbers umbra hues we toil in routine shades of beige and tan and linger in a cul-de-sac of dreary soil in muddy boots we walk when suddenly we […]
a thin veneer to anger management
with just a thin veneer cracked on wrinkled brows, and he is anger-stretched on whitened knuckles. in his tailored suit and alpha-tie insignia he’s yet a white-backed chest-thumper hiding to […]
Sacred fifty-fives
In fiddle-wrecking, mustard-seeking, grasp for comprehension. Should we wreck the sacred fifty-five? of honesty-compression and lugubrious self-exposing, word-explosions beyond the mind-expanding borders of the sacred fifty-five. Should we paint-by-number Friday-ode’s […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – Bravery and pilgremage
There are often two ways to reach a summit. There is the direct road, balancing on narrow ledges, overcoming the fear of precipes trusting the thin rope, and your companion’s […]
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