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I wrote this in 2020 for the dVerse Poet’s Pub. Today it is being repurposed for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Vibrant autumn leaves decorating the lawn warm-spicing the air. 2. Wintertime’s leaves scrape and scratch along the sidewalk crunch beneath my boots. 3. Tiny, hopeful buds sprouting from dewy branches robin spies a worm
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From that first night I wanted to keep you. Then, in the dirty light of day it became clear: you already had a home. What nobody knew (not even you!) is that I kept you anyway safely in the tenderest place of my heart. Still.
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It’s Fandango’s Flashback Friday! Four years ago, it was Haibun Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. That time, our mission was to take a walk down Memory Lane: “…Force yourself into memories not in photographs; not already written down or told to you by others. Let’s see what we get! You’ll probably jot down
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It’s Prosery Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week, our prompt comes from a Yeats poem, The Song of the Wandering Aengus: I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head’. 144 words. It was a day like any other. Nothing special or noteworthy aside from it was the
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today our writing prompt is the word, embrace. 44 words. I’ve wondered about it often — How it would feel To be wrapped in your embrace. Decorated in Fancy Red diamonds as rare and dazzling as you are? Or perhaps it’s more like a draping of
Ergo, the Ogre 