Linda Wigzell Cress

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StoryDear Diary Some Days In My Life Contrasting Receptions skinner_jennifer1111 years 1 month ago
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THE BALLAD OF ANNIE GRAY (Poetry Monthly)

A fair young maiden sat and wept Upon the forest floor; The hot tears fell until she slept For she could weep no more. She tossed and turned in...

THE SCREAM (poetry Monthly)

Why has the sky turned an ugly blood red? Wind whirling and swirling round the pain in my head? And I open my mouth but can’t utter a cry As hither...

TIGHTROPE (IP)

In matters acrobatic Sue was a true fanatic. She loved to stretch and run and jump It really gave her Dad the hump – So she thought she’d live the...

THE KISS (Poetry Monthly)

Auguste Rodin 1889 Gentle hand lies tenderly on rounded thigh Taut breasts on manly torso pressed, Naked skin to naked skin in sweet embrace Now...

SISTERS (IP)

The three sisters were having a virtual meeting somewhere in the Ethernet of their inner minds. From their vantage point they looked over all the...

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