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the setting

sun

between

two trees

leaves

half in shade

i walk into the grotto

by moonlight

near my mother’s house

it is winter

In love war is fair.

 Family,clan,

Parked across the street in Drevan’s blue Jeep, He and Milo monitored the house of Amanda Boyd, the fiancée of

Do we duel through calloused eyes,

on sharp rocked shoals

covered by frothing,

 

‘The Brightest Star’, written by Jo Sandow

Blacked out night,
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“I guess I’m the one who’s responsible for everything.” As she begins, Lauren turns her shifty, ner

"Dealing in words is more dangerous than playing with fire. Words have their own ways of intoxicating you."

I sit,

slightly hunched over,

Pall Mall in my left hand,

listening to Gail Pettis

The slow drone of a funeral march sets in

as I watch you

sitting on the table,

kicking

Drevan looked over at Milo who sat in the passenger’s seat. “Are you scared?”

Smiling, Milo

Drevan entered the precinct, realizing for the first time it didn’t emulate the temperature outside. Cool air blowing

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Wiping away sweat, Sherriff Alcoy ran his hairy plump hands over his baldhead. The creaking ceiling fans provided little ai

The other day I was sitting at the kitchen table remembering when our boys were young. Clayton (our youngest) wit

He stares at me and tells me how beautiful I am, yet still I don’t feel it. I don’t feel the love that he procl

Picture your life from another perspective, not as a deity. No, look at it from an unbiased-self. Picture your last two day

Sometime it is very important to spend some valuable time with famil

Flecks of joy in his eyes,

I see him, there’s no disguise.

Oh happy captivator,

Knowledge of no inquisition

possibility of no limit,

Admiration of such grace

withou

I just met a man

and I’m already his,

I’m not normally like this

it̵

Once I thought growing up

was measured in the tic marks

on my grandmother’s door frame

We sailed into what looked like a random port after several weeks at sea.  In my own mind I found it more and mor

 Come, let’s warm our hands by the fire

and bring our blood back to life.

Let the wild

 They were watching TV, again. Not really watching, just staring. Together time, again. Holding hands, sort of. He rea

As I round the last few laps

Of this devastating race,

Sans children, sans parents, sans meaning<

Please be silent and give me peace

It is with this simple act that I can forget you

To continue on

Returning Home.

Our oldest Son, Taylor, moved back home this past weekend. Honestly, from a mother’s poi

Can’t get myself to forgive the world

After my best friend passed on

Maybe I should have lis