Tag Archives: The Sunday Whirl

Wholly Human

there’s a spell called branding that you alone decide to cast not witches although you’ve branded them too and caused much pain like the sting of a scorpion turn your ear but not a blind eye to branding you don’t … Continue reading

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My Writing Process Tour

Yay!  I’m joining a blog tour today, My Writing Process.  Thank you, Michelle Pond, for inviting me. Readers, you can find Michelle on her blog, MAPoet.  There you will find her poetry and a link to her published collection titled I Keep … Continue reading

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Secrets

Secrets under blinking neon stars she saw by chance a nest of ripe secrets cleverly swept into a basket by a fleshy hand Whose? Written for The Sunday Whirl.  Brenda’s chosen words for us this week are above my poem, Secrets. … Continue reading

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Exile

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Exile made a rash decision to exile the three who cradled their secret stories as clues piled up like autumn apples and peering spirits clawed for more ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written for The Sunday Whirl.  The words this week are claws, … Continue reading

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She Versus He

She Versus He Violet was vibrant and vivacious short and sassy Victor was vacuous and manipulative spread sumptuousness He slathered until her single vision doubled ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written for The Sunday Whirl.  Decided not to include the additional word, master. Thank you Brenda for hosting … Continue reading

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Inertia

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inertia nestled in degrees of pain she hit the floor seeing visions of years when her heart was persuaded to stay if only she’d dreamed this period of self-neglect, but the space in time was real and was now … Continue reading

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Childhood Memories

I remember life in a white farmhouse by the bend in a dirt lane.  Late afternoons my brother and I ran behind the barns and through the meadow to bring in the cows.  Down that lane past the white house and … Continue reading

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Resigned

Resigned No longer skeptical and with a slight sigh, she resigned to unwind tonight. Tomorrow she would be the ninth to cross the threshold. Tomorrow she must remain in control and bold. She had often thought of the day the … Continue reading

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