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The Death Farmer continued...Theresa Gaynord

*** Old Clara awakens clutching the picture poppet of Kelly and Steve. On one corner of the picture she notices a small orb that wasn't present...

The Death Farmer by Theresa C. Gaynord

The Death Farmer by Theresa C. Gaynord The house was burning. And for a moment it seemed like it was taking in tempestuous breaths between the...

TOURNIQUET by Theresa Gaynord

TOURNIQUET by Theresa Gaynord "And the veils between past , present and future shall be lifted." EARTH, WATER, AIR, FIRE...WALK WITH ME. She doesn’t...

Gilded by Forbidden Love by Theresa Gaynord

Gilded by Forbidden Love by Theresa Gaynord The smell of blood chills air, a smudge on the horizon, she’s but his first destination, pushing against...

Darkness by Theresa Gaynord

Darkness by Theresa Gaynord Pale lips part, titillating the words, trumped by those assassin eyes that form the terms of squelched passions, pursuit...

The JuJu Man

The JuJu Man by Theresa C. Gaynord First clocks tick among the palest wheat, longing for night where glow-worms spark a silken string of stars as...

Rum Runners and Pirate Saints - CLARIA Part 1-The Birth of the Demon Fish

Rum Runners and Pirate Saints - CLARIA Part 1-The Birth of the Demon Fish, by Theresa Gaynord Footsteps plague the scene; two sets, one double the...

Late April Dream (Part 2)

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Dreams are elusive, and you can never keep them. They are all about the virus times, Now we are living in the times of the virus. The news is all...

Late April Dream (Part 1)

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The window is open. Boris is calling me, visiting. The birds are singing. I have been dreaming about writing a poem about the virus, Another streamed...

Updated. Part One.

Earlier this year, I went many miles to update my Will. I had let it lapse for one year, having paid for it to be kept at the solicitors for ten...