Writer’s Lift Wednesday #37

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…

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Writer’s Lift Wednesday #36

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…

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silent napalm (a photograph)

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…

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dark mare, run (a poem)

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

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my plate (a poem)

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…

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