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| | | | | Snow had fallen for five days in a row, and we were no longer allowed outside. Yet, my hateful sisters, Ruth and Elizabeth, somehow obtained mom's approval to drive to the deli right up the street. Mom gave them money for sandwiches and hot cocoa. They both stuck their tongues out at me as they... | |
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| | | | | Cafu00e9 Singer (1879) painting high by Degas in The Art Institute of Chicago is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0 She winds herself up likean old Victrolaears cocked forHer Master's Voice there'sClouds scudding across theface of thefirmament there'sHosannasSomewhereBut only faintly heard there'sThe baby's breath of angelssoft as downsharp as a diamond drillCopyright © 2025 Alex S. Johnson... | |
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| | | | | byWalterBargen ?Ukrainian soldier in Bakhmut 1 If there's an emergency, or just to say hello, there's no longer a home to call home. In those early days everything that was supposed to never happen, happened, which was just another thing that was supposed to happen when all fell into or was thrown down a rabbit... | |
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| | | The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life's warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly prompt #167.... | ||
