Tag: Poetry
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Teacup
Sweet, warm peace. Morning comfort, warmth, forward Scoop, scoop, scoop, steamy, swirly On the surface, it calls me to “Enjoy the little things.” Command or question? Endless loop of should, should, should. Drive to drown in my teacup Don’t go there. Return to the staccato of steel drums at sunrise. Ceramic reverberations, undulations. The undoing?…
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Taking a Turn
Just a heads up that this blog may not follow a logical flow or hang together. I really want it to, but this desire for uniformity has prevented me from regularly posting. My challenge? I am an editor by trade. The most difficult challenge for an editor is creative writing. I MUST fix those sentence…
Here and There 