Category Archives: Week 8

AN END IN SIGHT

An end in sight. . . +++++clear ground ++++++++++just found ++++++++++that peers ++++++++++from under ++++++++++remnant rubble. . . Purpose emerged from blur +++++of fuzzy fog. . . and dreams caught between +++++a slew of warring rainclouds +++++in soggy, windy night. … Continue reading

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US ON THE BUS

Standing hold on at all times to someone or something whichever is preferable. . . Next stop! Where? come on, over here, I’ll hold on to you. . . you can hold on to me too. . . I’ll let … Continue reading

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BROTHERLY LOVE

I caught you red-handed, but doing what I do not know. . . I only saw those pale blue eyes sparkling with mischief. . . For some dumb reason I was too scared to demand and insist and force my … Continue reading

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A HEARTFELT ENCOUNTER WITH A STRANGER

Done with my walk, I seek and find a sunny trunk of a well-placed small tree on which to stretch and she, so slowly passing by my tree, is eyeing me– I smile, she smiles back, we do this some … Continue reading

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