Month: May 2016
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Sunday Whirl #250
Under a Bare Grey Block There was always talk of her slipping chains and those asylum gates. She wandered about like a roadmap, and always in a ranting chant. After a while, the rumours flowed. Someone said that she walked on water, but mostly they said it was a bit of a show. People came…
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A Golden Shovel for dVerse
Unimportant Strangers I was all eyes and hands back then, each moment rosy smiles or a quick descent into dusty tears. Five years old. Such is the way of small hands, little limbs, and as I chased the summer, graceful as butterflies I chased, as the dust rising underfoot, I saw the sky as a…
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It’s All Perspective
It’s All a Matter of Perspective God doesn’t care about walls or fences or boundaries, nor your politics or prejudices. I once knew a man who lived in the desert — wanted to be a hermit. So he built fences all around him, mended them, kept them tight and tidy, and when I ask him…
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dVerse: Quadrille #8
Virgin Green These days are virgin green. A sultan’s feast upon our eyes. Satin pillows, violet’s spring, bluebells skipping a breezy song. A child sits, picks bouquets. Daisies. Clover. For her mother. These are her brightest days. Her curly head unaware of lonely nights. Broken hearts. for dVerse: Quadrille #8. 44 words…
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#9
The Conversation They hurried along with gritty determination. A giant, his wife, a boy with a cow, a cat wearing boots, an ill-humoured mother, trolls and goats, a white rabbit, or possibly a hare, followed by an old woman wearing a grey veil. It draped the entirety of her head to foot. We nodded and…
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A Tritina for Wordle 249
A River’s Moment That river owned grace. Boundless shade from sunshine, and wistful thirsty banks of silken silt as dense as any forest. That river joined roots in a tangled forest, washed slender from tender cells of shade, and it spoke as a single skin. The banks drank up the egg-washed tides, muddy banks of…
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