Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“This must stop,” Zara said as she looked at him over the rim of the wine glass. She breathes in, her nose buried, savoring the aroma in the wine glass. The taste on her palate was dark, earthy, with an undertone of oak, and as… Continue Reading “Over Exposed”
‘Tis Better? -Linda Lee Lyberg They say ’tis better to have Loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
I love who I’ve been, but I really love who I am becoming.” My life has changed in the last three months. Where before I was seldom home because I was traveling for work, I now spend most of my days writing, painting, gardening,… Continue Reading “Peaks and Valleys”
She is late,so late. Trying her best not to panic. He hates when she is late. It makes him uncomfortable, angry, distrusting. She does not understand why. Pulling into the drive, the house is pitch black. A sigh of relief escapes her lips; he… Continue Reading “Escape”
I have none. Zero, zip, zilch. Regrets, that is. There are times I wish I had done something different, told my mother I loved her more, asked my dad the pressing questions I now have about my heritage but may never know the answers… Continue Reading “Life Lessons”
Love #2 -Linda Lee Lyberg Sleeping. Waking from a dream of you Only to see Your face And flowers.
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