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My stories

Love Courage

Men will rise at 5 cold car it in chewy dark go and come through crowded grey They will run on mud head bang and break little bones for fun But ask them to feel love yearn imagine warm silky skin

Flambeau

Carrying a torch mostly warms sheds light calls up the best of me illuminates adds wings to feet I am a Pre-Raphaelite beauty ennobled by a quest Psyche in the dark but sometimes faltering my arm aches
Cherry

A Cobweb of Weeds

Grief is a cobweb of weeds it settles on shoulders like a shrug and turns to lead weighing down slowing the stream which sparkles still light catches of memory but so easily Ophelia caught about

Dad Tired

It surprises you the tiredness the sheer fatigue of grief "What a blessing" people say he was so ill and he was 80 and such a life he had so lucky. that he went. My Fathers energy gone and mine for now

An Eagle Overhead

We saw an eagle overhead as we fished fom the dock circling higher and higher I can see it I can see it said my little daughter The nurse said "yea we saw it the other day flew right down low took a fish right out of the lake

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