Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
All I have is a torn, grainy photograph of a man I hardly knew. He was a contortionist in Vaudeville and the photo shows him folded in two like a piece of paper. Folks who knew him told me he could put his head… Continue Reading “Grandpa”
I sit with my grief Constant, silent companion Comforting presence. Copyright©2017 Linda Lee Lyberg Pixabay
Dear Mom- Six years ago today, I received an early morning call telling me you were gone. The nurse told me someone had been in to check on you, and they came back 15 minutes later, and your soul had moved on. I read… Continue Reading “Dear Mom”
The Wind -Linda Lee Lyberg Here I bravely stand Reaching out to give you my hand To guide me through this unknown land For you’ve been there, you understand
The blood of the doll is on my hands, so I must ink this story.”- Linda Lee Lyberg “We have no choice. We must do it. The shaman said it’s the only way.” The four women stare down at the fully dressed cuddly doll… Continue Reading “The Doll”
Attraction -Linda Lee Lyberg Pulled apart forever By a single foolish act And now she must endeavor To accept the brutal fact
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