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Journal Prose Chronicles: If Self-prioritization Were A Prescription…
Entries from my journal are only shared with my closest of friends, so beginning this series was not a decision taken lightly. Concentrations of my anguish, toil, love, ecstasy, and more exist between these pages.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
The Koala & Llama
Story & Illustrations © ‘For our Kids Someday’ It has been raining cats and dogs, the skys’ been nothing but gray,
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
Seeker
I've sought approval that I've never found. Wasted so much time, digging my heels in the ground. Sure that if only I had validation,
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
I study his eyes
There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son, that transcends all other affections of the heart. ‘The Widow and her Son.’ A short story. Washington Irving (1819.)
By Pauline Fountain2 years ago in Poets
Sativa. First Place in Snacktime Sonata Challenge.
By eight-thirty the screen door will slam, leaving the sound of washing dishes behind for the resonant hum of bumblebees and
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Poets
Evanescience
(For Heather Hubler's "Unscramble" Challenge which you may read about here: unscramble-challenge.) *a* . The vane of my vanity
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Luna! Tick!
There’s truth to it, this lunatic pattern around the moon planet. The energy is real, the synergy you feel, but it can make you go batty and create something more tragic if you’re not careful.
By Jess Boyes2 years ago in Poets
Blackberry Pie
It was the only pie Ma would make all year – blackberries, still warm from the sun, picked over for the occasional passenger (scurrying ant,
By Marsha Singh2 years ago in Poets
Potato Sticks
If this snack was a drug I’d have to take a hit. Life just ain’t life for me without a jar of potato sticks. Trust and believe when I get em, I’ve got em’.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
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Where is it written That we must be grateful for What we must accept?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Sweet misery
My soul wretches with the very thought of you hating me If you believe you are better without me, Righteous or pious Selfish, angry
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Untitled Musings on Grief - part 1
I can feel the glistening tear clinging to the corner of my eye. A surprise as I try to hold it back while sitting at my desk. I continue to comprise
By Kim Loostrom3 years ago in Poets