Christmas time is here, friends cannot draw near. We wear our masks, complete tasks, attempt our songs of cheer.
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writing
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a poppy for COVID
Having seen the monuments dedicated to those who sacrificed their lives, I wonder what it would be like, to see a monument to the dead of this virus. A monument to the survivors, many of whom still suffer.
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when december calls
When December calls...
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ruins
These ruins sit unused, generations pass them by.
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The cold permeateschilling my bones to their depth.It has been so long since I’ve felt warmth,or the feeling of my limbs.They are phantoms now,leftovers of another life,when I felt control and pain.I stumble along,unable to feel the bruisesI’ve accumulated along the way.I bump against a door,not realizing I’ve crashed it wide,blown it open so the … Continue reading enter
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Leaves Fall
Leaves fall. Each one starts, a gentle cascade to the earth, carried by the breeze.
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through the storm
It is a swirling storm that reigns my thoughts.
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butter tarts
I would normally bake two dozen butter tarts, because you loved them.
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reserve judgement
They say: Don’t judge your beginning or middle, against someone’s end.
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silent times
These are silent times.
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rough
He said his day’s been… rough. I know what he means.
disarm
I watched her disarm a bomb.
Angry words spoken,
punctuated pointedly
with fingers in personal space.
Autumn
Days grow darker.
It’s hard to get up.
Mistaker
“I’m a mistaker,” he says, stopping me cold in my steps, all my attention on that small sentence.
no time
It finally arrived
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