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Escape
Written for: Sunday Muse #257 It is daybreak, and I am not home. He said we were destined to be together, however, after our sex-soaked night, we fell asleep. He changed his mind as day broke. What a joke. I … Continue reading
Holiday Silver
Written for: Sunday Muse I remember Mom’s wooden chest, lined in red velvet. Nestled in their separate beds– the “good silverware”– only used on holidays. When that chest was ceremoniously placed on the table, we knew. Each piece had to … Continue reading
Who Will Hold Them Next?
Written for: Sunday Muse #238 He sets free his dreams, the ones he has clutched for countless centuries. There in the night under moonlight, they puff and scatter like balls of gold dust powder. http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
Flying Free
Written for: Sunday Muse #236 Ride boy, fast as you can. Take me far from this land where I have never felt free. together we can be. What adventures surely await! You’ll not be behind a gate. We will fly … Continue reading
A Swan’s Explanation
Written for: Sunday Muse #233 Swan song, you say. Not yet. My feathers may be a bit ruffled, but I am still sporting my neck muscles. We all need change from time to time, so I do not find it … Continue reading
John and Yoko
Written for: Sunday Muse #231 Faces fair, innocent, believing. Imagine if John were still here with us. Would solutions to peace seem as simple as John and Yoko thought in the days when love could conquer all. Imagine. http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
A Campsite Too Far
Written for: Sunday Muse #229 I think I’m going to throw up! I told you I have to pee. You need to find a rest stop NOW! Mom, Sally’s picking her nose again. Am not! Jeez, whose idea was it … Continue reading
Cool Rain, Hot Tears
Written for: Sunday Muse #212 Cool rain washes away hot tears. She wonders if this rain- drop downpour will purify her once more. How many chances are given–one, two ten? What amount of forgiveness is there in this world now? … Continue reading
Diner Seeking Restoration
Written for: Sunday Muse #205 The diner had never been white. Since the nearest road was Whitehouse, people referred to it by that name, ‘Diner’ being too impersonal. When fire broke out, ashes of trees lay everywhere. Although it suffered … Continue reading
Mirrored Water
Written for: Sunday Muse #203 Two glasses stuck and sealed tightly so no water can escape. Except, look closely. Only one glass is real, so spilled liquid must be calculated by puddle size, as to whether the glass was half … Continue reading
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