Lisa Windsor

Joined February 2021

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Unpublished hack but gotta get these stories out of my head to make room for more. Soldier, lawyer, animal rescuer, artist, writer, by trade or choice. I enjoy spending time in my own head and hope readers will join me.

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The Visitor
The chilled wind heralds Footsteps fall, as night descends, Breathing, at my bed.
By Lisa Windsor4 months ago in Poets
Visitation
In winter's snowfall, Footsteps on my lawn, alone, At my neck, breathing.
By Lisa Windsor4 months ago in Poets
Knocking
Comes knock, knock, knocking Let me in, the devil scratches At my memories.
By Lisa Windsor4 months ago in Poets
Santa's Christmas Blacklist
Bear Creek Country Club, a golfing mecca for the wealthy elite, sits halfway between Euless, Texas, nicknamed Useless, and the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. An unseasonably frigid winter in the forgotten Dallas suburb, Davey Phillips, out of school for Christmas vacation, stood in frozen brush up to his knees, feet ice-cold in rubber waders, using a wooden rake to comb for errant golf balls. The perfect school break job, ball boy, or so he thought.
By Lisa Windsor5 years ago in Families

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