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Category: Literature/Poetry

Poetry – Peace, Love and Patchouli

We paint our stories as images and words linger, still frames on the edge of memory decorating our soul with sweet beauty. We find in foreign places unexpected pleasures seen of a day now given eternal life beneath a noon day sun, colored walls…

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By The Seaside — Ricardo Sexton

Today is the day for the smile to cry A mirror calls the winner with its eye The win receives the downfall breeze Lock the brave between ‘rock vs. wave’ Cross the sea to anchor in the desert The core foresees an encore in…

Poetry – A Brief History of Edges — O at the Edges

A Brief History of Edges This road leads nowhere. I live at its end where breezes wilt and the sun still burns my darkened skin. I’ve sailed to Oman, but have never seen the Dakotas. My friend searches for the concealed parable in this…

What’s Needed is Magic: Writing Advice from Haruki Murakami

If you can believe it, Japanese novelist, talking cat enthusiast, and weird ear chronicler Haruki Murakami turned 70 years old this weekend. 70! But I suppose we should believe it, despite the youthful gaiety and creative magic of his prose: the internationally bestselling writer…

Poetry – Skipping Manuals — Ricardo Sexton

A young lady found herself lost in the woods So beautiful, beautiful and naked by the creek There she sensed a hunter of coulds + woulds A young man who didn’t come for hide&seek. Wild beasts. No guess, just a yes Both nervous and…

Bubbles of Love — The Lonely Author

I would like to dedicate this to my muse, if I had one, but I don’t. So, I won’t. (Wink Wink) bubbles of love Soaking in an effervescent tubof your warm poetrytiny inspirationsburst all around meSparkling suds of passioncleanse my soulof the unsightly stainsof…

Color of Clouds – Penny Wilson #writephoto — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

People think that your eyes are blue I know better the real you the one you show only to me I know your eyes are the color of clouds against a blue, blue sky Continue reading at Penny Wilson Writes via Color of Clouds ~…

Lessons Learned — Ricardo

As the sky smiles, the street tears the chunks Fear units more than courage, a rock has sunk Wants the knowledge, he is back to that youth The barefoot cries, are unknown to love & truth He’ll never forget, lessons learned through hurt A…

Finding Love, as the Lights are, Going Out — JUST the Unwinding of Thoughts

Her husband’s gentle acts toward her, translated… The Latin name for rosemary meant the “Dews from the Oceans”, my husband planted a few pots on our lanai. There was, the Pacific Ocean that we can see from there, it’s a weird thing though, no…

Poetry – Underneath London Bridge – VinX

How can my heart Forgive a mark Permanently Engraved for gaze Each time I see Her photographs Hanging behind Walls of my heart I do recall The notes she left: ‘I appreciate Your sweet kindness But these my legs Just have to walk Probably…

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