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Smooth Skating
Ironing. I have to admit that although I have 100% British blood racing through my veins, I don’t iron a damn thing unless it’s absolutely necessary. But it’s different here. So I’m different here....
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Stolen
Moments… They come and go. And most times, sneak past us on tiptoes, slipping away as silently as they entered. And we miss them. But not lately. Lately, each one is noticed. And appreciated....
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Tick Clock
My time here is coming to an end. Normally, the word slowly might have been in there, but not so…this time. This time, time is running round the room. And I’m chasing its cheeky little naked bum,...
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Right Here
Memories are fickle things. They try so hard to keep us happy. And other times, are set on breaking us. Into the tiny little crumbs we find in the seams of our pockets. Remember those? Memories...
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Blow
When I was young, I read all the fairytales. The pretty ones. The sparkly ones. The dark. And the doomful. Most of us did, right? But I wonder…did they have the same effect on everyone else? (If I...
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Dear Life
Did I mention we have pups? Ohhh yes. We sure do. Well, they’re pups bordering on adulthood. But when we got them back in October 2016, they were wild and bouncy babes. And because of them, all...
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Wild Blue
I’m crazy. I say this with a sigh, so you get a feel for where I’m at. Oh, I may try and pass it off as Hazy, but no. There’s no doubt in my mind I’m certifiably nuts. And sometimes I forget to tap...
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Fortress
Autumns, roses, loves, leaves. Leavings and losings. Moons, stars, sorrows, souls. Forevers and goodbyes. Fine webs spun off the tattered edge of a torn heart. Broken Bleeding Beautiful Pain....
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Holding Hands
I remember hands. When I think of someone I haven’t seen for a long time. Or someone I will never see again. I see their hands. My mind pictures the shape of their nails. The length of their fingers....
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Contest Critique
I entered a contest a while back. I didn’t win. Or even place this time. Which stings. But it’s okay. It’s okay, because I always pay extra to receive a serving of critique alongside my...
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