They set sail as lovers. Returning apart, their lust drowned. ————————————————- #poem #poetry #poetic #igwriters #poetry_addicts #literary_imagery1 #igpoets #igpoems #mobileartistry #window #creativewriting #microfiction #flashfiction #writing #writer #story #shortstory #streamofconsciousness #writersofinstagram #story #storyteller #atenwordstorybp #wordeconomy #ocean #harbor #portsmouthnh #neehampshire #seacoast (at A Death at Sea)
Read MoreThere’s something living inside. In the light it’s hidden, but at night it claws with rage at the past, shredding weeks and months happily spent and gnashing a celebrated history into a tattered recollection of misery. To read this now is to believe there was never kindness, never a kiss behind the ear, an embrace […]
Read MoreNo more of this. The rush slows. The polished stones of lonely devoid of their stabbing edges, the flow of days pouring ever deepening calm. The roar hushes. Rivulets of expectation eddy and foam. Slower now – never still – but slower; gentler. There’s a song rising up from here. The words have new meaning, […]
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Read MoreThis lust. It’ll kill. This quick sting of cupid’s quill. This longing for the hurry and still. This caving in and shattered will. To argue is to fail, to hold cheap umbrellas against hail and pray to God with a wail, a cry, a hunger and skin drawn pale. Sheet white, sweat glistening, the wonder […]
Read MoreIn the hunger of the land, where sun and soil mixed with water and great chemistry pervaded the answer to larger questions with a kind of indefatigable disdain for logic, he stood. Never one for vague pronouncements to the nature of things – the climbing trees and the scent of the verdant reach, the clawfoot […]
Read MoreWhen she didn’t show at work on that Monday and Tuesday, her boss Lorna called Elyse’s home and cell numbers with a lump stuck in her throat. There was no answer and there never would be again. One day sad Elyse was here and the next she was not. Lorna still thought of her often, […]
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