Frantic moments captured on screen, April reads memories to me. Looking back, shadow-covered sheen: that year breeds vortices I see. The truth lies beyond the shadows, graying echoes lead home to show: branches bow the way the wind blows, bend underneath life’s tome, and grow. This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt at the Skeptic’s KaddishContinue reading “In Between & Beyond”
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Inner Peace
Hope is the imprints of boots in mud after winter too long. Hope is a song whispered among friends, and around hospital beds, flowing up to the clouds overhead. Hope is the shrill of laughter, the welcome collapse after the longest day spent away. Hope is a prayer, a dare, the people who care, andContinue reading “Inner Peace”
Resuscitation
bitter, battle-hardened, armed with baited breath and toxins, build the bridge that bares your losses, unaware you are the strongest I don’t presume to know what this bald eagle is thinking, but I’d venture that he’s eyeing up a tasty fish. Though they were at one point added to the endangered species list for mostContinue reading “Resuscitation”
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