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as tomorrow calls no longer under his spell a heart returns home Welcome back to Sue's Write Photo Challenge Thanks for the photo inspiration and word (return) Glad you're feeling better. Plus thanks to Linda's JusJoJan Challenge for the perfect word (spell) to finish my mood.
memories unbound dusky hunger-sated nights giving way at dawn Image Credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982 Inspired by the image provided by Mind Love Misery Menagerie's Photo Challenge and Word Craft Poetry poet's choice.
A figment alleged. But that vision melts away as true life bares all. Image credit: Angele Kamp @ Unsplash Sadje's WDYS Challenge today was to think about birthdays .... This got me considering life in general. Is our life imagined anything like our real life? If not, is that good or bad? And more… Continue reading true life revealed (a haiku)
Bound in the shadows tormented by memories Autumn’s light beckons Thanks to Mind Love Misery Menagerie's Sunday Word challenge (tormented) and to Crispina Kemp's Creative Challenge for the inspirational photo.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had imagined this moment so many times. Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture. And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed… Continue reading 2020 Strikes Again
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line? Stupid! But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.” Stupid! Did she think… Continue reading but, still (or the magic door)
Time has lost all meaning. Had it been one year? Twenty years? One hundred? More? She had stopped trying to count the days long ago. But she had believed--really believed--she'd be able to note the seasons. Hoping to mark the years. Imagining she’d be able to picture their faces as time passed. She had wanted… Continue reading Time
Jessie tried (unsuccessfully) to keep her expression neutral, but the cottage was perfect! Exactly as advertised. Exposed brick. Plank floors. Fireplaces. A patio for morning coffee and afternoon wine. “So what do you think?” “It seems nice but …” She scrambled for some price-reducing flaws. “… but what’s with all the garlic?” “Seller quirk. Easy… Continue reading Welcome to the Neighborhood
solitary hope in the crucible of fire the world made over Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge and to Frank's haiku challenge for the inspiration.
stars shine as they pass till the sun rises anew breaking the night’s hold Assuming I can figure out how to post anything with the block editor WP forced on me .... Thanks to Sue's Write Photo Challenge for a beautiful photo inspiration.
