Day Thirty : PS – I know it’s cheesy

Dear Reader, So, we made it! For the most part at least, and excluding all the late days that inevitably happened as a symptom of life. But then if you haven't read every day you're cheating too! A lot of unexpected things have happened this month. Whether any of them are connected to this decision … Continue reading Day Thirty : PS – I know it’s cheesy

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Prompt TwentySeven : Alcohol Fuelled Shenanigans. Title : The Hunt

  Thunderstorm struck                                                                             [hail] Conscience crisis bled out in bass and broken tones                       [hail] Once unmade and sewn back together unspoke                              [hail] And dancing E puppet       … Continue reading Prompt TwentySeven : Alcohol Fuelled Shenanigans. Title : The Hunt

Prompt TwentySix : Symbols

  I wrote your name in hieroglyphs Pin point ink and needle One hole                   at a time For each of the seconds Down the middle of my thigh Rubbed blue dye in red For the satisfying split of tides And stunted converse It made no sense then The hope is that it makes none now

Prompt TwentyFour: Letters

Labels long for lonely lives Lie in wait to let their beloved loose Learning, lesserly, of the liabilities of love Or perhaps, living in the light of lemons Leering at eyes left low. But later lingers on a limp of longing Lost and living lightly on unread letters Let go Let go Let go