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Writer’s Lift Wednesday #37

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 11, 2020December 2, 2020

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A fuller day than usual and while it is the evening we got there in the end 😉 This is a writersliftwednesday blog, sharing the works of fellow writers, poets, artists (including photographers, painters, etc.) and persons random. All re-blogs will be linked appropriately to their authors and creators. Writing is no easy calling and nothing…

To The Rhythm (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 7, 2020December 2, 2020

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To the rhythmHeart’s secret soundHips undulate Above the groundAs I sway, lightLiving the profoundThe momentIn me, all around Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee

Writer’s Lift Wednesday #36

By: Christina Schmidt, MA November 4, 2020November 12, 2020

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It seems futile to release a post today. #36 may well fall flat in light of current events. Even so WLW is my choice, if not habit. This is a writersliftwednesday blog, sharing the works of fellow writers, poets, artists (including photographers, painters, etc.) and persons random. All re-blogs will be linked appropriately to their…

then, now (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA October 30, 2020November 12, 2020

Poetrypoem, Poetry, then now4 Comments

i bathe hereat the tidemirror mostprecious sighslight long since gonethen, nowi remain

silent napalm (a photograph)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA October 9, 2020October 27, 2020

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I don’t know anything about photography. I was intentionally trying out new shots for filming this week but what I did not intend was for this moment to be captured. My phone is in my hand and I had just received an email. I am reading something upsetting. Moments later, I cry. I am getting…

dark mare, run (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA October 2, 2020October 27, 2020

Poetrydark mare run, jean paul sartre, poem, Poetry8 Comments

dark mare, rundo not waversight on the horizonnight does not disturbcoldness you cannot obligefools stagnate, wallow in prideeyes on the risedark mare, run Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com “Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.” ~ Jean Paul Sartre, Selected Essays

my plate (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 4, 2020September 17, 2020

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They can’t all be about moonbeams and sexy sexiness. Just a moment of realness. Decisions to be made:by the way, life support? what were his final wishes?mahogany, cherry, or a walnut casket for your loved one?by the way, what happens the next time she wraps her car around a tree? you do know she’s a drunk?what if…

Eleven to Midnight (a poem)

By: Christina Schmidt, MA September 2, 2020September 18, 2020

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summoning hourmoon acts as couriermost trusted messengerdelivering unto youillumination, soft seductiontendrils of moonbeamsgentle whispers, promisesupon your skin madein my name Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee