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One After Another

One after Another They came for your head. Aching, filled with dread. Without hesitation, terror; Breed, anticipation. Their eyes were burning. Cloaked in disobedience. In a source ritual. I can’t explain the sorts. Burden with disillusionment. Drunk in confusion. Tipping and double-dipping, In nightmares. Whose reality has come chasing? For what they didn’t ask for. Now that the past is knocking On your back door. Wild and braggadocious. From...

Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

Posted by airyfairy. I hope everybody's had a good week and you haven't completely melted! Story of the Week is wonderful piece by LizF, 'Transient Debris'. It's a short story that rushes nothing, drawing the reader into the character's world step by step, until you are completely there with her, and then, heartbreakingly, it takes you back out. A thoroughly involving read: https://www.abctales.com/story/lizf/transient-debris Poem of the Week is...

Bus Pass and BPL go to Demon’s Rocks [or Edinburgh, to see Dracula’s*]

Bus Pass was champing at the bit, and couldn’t understand why Bus Pass Lady (BPL to those in the know) wasn’t writing about their recent triumphant trip to Edinburgh for BIBA, Ballet and Books. (BPL justified the books as there was a tenner token on her Waterstone’s card which Blackwell’s accepts (in-store only)). God bless Blackwell’s, for what finishes off a lovely day better than a new book? Well, chocolate cake and a nice cup of tea, which...

It's Okay

It’s okay! Feeling peachy, Come out and play. The sun is welcoming. Her new day, reborn. Take a stroll. And release your woes. Grab a friend and hit the trail. Then rest, digest, and digress. We’ll wind down. Over a game of chess. Realize who’s the best? And how much we’re blessed, The lessons we go through. Some honest mistake. Leave you wondering? Can you get an even break? It’s okay! Some things don’t matter! When you recognize it. As a lot...

Dead Letters: The Drawer

Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent I went up to the Bronx to give Dorothy Parker the last word, and could not find a place to leave it. I make a practice of the last word. It is the one advantage the living hold over the famous dead, and I have collected it my whole career, standing at this grave and that one with something prepared, saying over a stone the thing the person never let me say to their face. Parker never let anyone...

Bringing Light and Clarity

I’ve not been well. Was away to see family last week, went around some big shops, obv., came back with what I suspect is some crony of covid, maybe Cicada, as those were the symptoms. Have been in bed sleeping or drinking loads of water to try to make the sore throat go away. I don’t want to be one of those people who say ‘I’m sixty-five you know’, but just this once, I’m sixty-five you know. One of the many things this means is that when you’re...

Embrace

Embrace This prelude has arrived, and now I can feel our Initial romance takes shape. On an everlasting horizon. Genesis, unshakable conviction. Embarking on the wings of freedom. Here, desires call out to us. When we are next to each other. You made me forget myself. Into the turning pages, reading Between the lines of our fascination. Flipping through curious highlights of infatuation. All-nighters anywhere, Anytime. How about now as we...

The Road

The Road Fades slowly toward an endless withdrawal. Into the wind, where dusk looms and time slows To a hush. Brace, brace, in fragments vanishing. Gateway to nowhere. Run, run! Towards this road. a head while stumbling upon the ruins of ‌yesterday Daydream, take a moment to contemplate this path. Skipping stones off driftwood, adrift, wondering how You get here? And what does it all mean, every step? Still a place of concurrence. If only there...

When the wind took him

When the wind took him At high noon, everything seemed normal until it wasn’t. It started with. A tiny whisper and hissing, then silently vanished, and the windowpane started rattling and shaking uncontrollably. Then a slow, monstrous windstorm abducted little Zyran like a rag doll. Tossing him haphazardly into the air in the rotation of a tornado The force was harsh, relentless, brutal, and unimaginable. Snatching him upward as he went,...

Cozy Weather

Cozy Weather This temper-like weather; Makes one appreciate October together. We like spring because we come alive. Couples are in their cozy sweaters at their festival. Everyone is endeavoring to enjoy autumn’s fall, nature's tones. A mosaic-woven picnic blanket spread across Earthy brown, deep yellow, fiery red, burnt orange, crinkled leaves, landscape. On the surface, we’re missing summer. Nevertheless, this compensation of warmth, Spicy,...

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