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The Absence of Light
Dressed in his finest black suit, Jake asks her, “Kat, are you sure you’re ready for this?” “Yes.” He kisses her and turns her around, secures the blindfold. “You look luscious, sweetheart. Good enough to eat.” Kat takes a deep breath, “Well, you know… Continue Reading “The Absence of Light”
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Thoughts at a French Cafe
He thinks of her when late evening shadows fall across his haggard wrinkled face as he aches to remember every detail, wanting once more to intimately tracewith his smooth fingers the luscious shape of her hips even when she aged, were pure joy to… Continue Reading “Thoughts at a French Cafe”
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Fugue
A swiftly failing memory cast in hues of black and sepia an 8 MM movie flickering shadows on a blank screen caught between imagination and reality, life becomes a deep dark dream. And in this fugue mental statewhen a mind is fading, waningthoughts move… Continue Reading “Fugue”
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Cornucopia Colored Day
And I pray comforting autumn’s light will keep the smoke grey winter away brilliant colors dance as swallows take flighton this brisk cool cornucopia colored day. But I know too soon winter will come callingleaving frost on pumpkins, as snow begins falling. dVerse Poets… Continue Reading “Cornucopia Colored Day”
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Autumn’s Lumbering Light
In autumn’s lumbering light, as wind howls, undressing trees I thought I sawa glimpse of golden brown eyes yet I know it musn’t be, (crushed) as you’ve been gone so many yearsfor the seasonal rains and I have shed a river of useless tears… Continue Reading “Autumn’s Lumbering Light”
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I Remember
When you said good-bye, I remember your teary eyes And how your warm fingers Caressed my shivering arms and then slipping, they drifted away like faded dying petals Falling, Fallingfrom a blood red rose, whose heavy fragranceLingered in the bittersweet air. dVerse Poetics: Tears… Continue Reading “I Remember”
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Devoured
Everyone is gone now. The crows have disappeared, and the locusts have moved on. There is nothing left but dried stalks, whitened bones, and a cold wind. This empty field save for my lone silhouette, this is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence. First,… Continue Reading “Devoured”
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