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Read MoreWith a pulse of cello and scent of cognac,a lingering want as the moon drags tides, like a metronome with fingers.Then—silence—the breath before the fall, like a piccolo whispering a symphony,with a single note.Exhaling the taste of yesterday's tobacco,...
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Thank you, Light.
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Thank you, Damian.
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Cleverly penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreAftertaste:April Fool’s Day 1973:Georgie was heavy with child. Her breasts were swollen with milk. Her abdomen, fully distended. She slumped on the wicker chair feeling her baby prod her stomach. Her fiancé marvelled at how she pushed herself to...
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We assumed e targeted women with his mushrooms thinking them weaker, but did she see a weakness in him that made him her perfect target. Based on her abuse did it give her insight into his truly fragile state, as the reader knows she’s calculating. Could she had seen suicide in his weakness, that’s a question. Tight one Lady
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Great questions! Life’s full of them.
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Read MoreChild:‘I dreamed I was a child again,’ Georgie whispered, her voice laced with wonder, ‘dreamt my daddy was alive, frolicking in the hay with me, the baby lambs. He gave me one as a pet, y’know. I called her...
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Read MoreAddiction:When he returned to the bedroom, she was lying on the bed haphazardly: one knee jutting over the edge of the bed, her arm dangling loose, fingers brushing the carpet. Sensing his presence, she opened her eyes, wiped away...
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I think it’s the first time I read this kind and style of your poetry, the metaphor of the moon and its force over water to represents the deep nameless longing is amazing. Wonderful poem.