Lifetimes of karma senuously whispered secrets that day a part of you grew into me an eternity ago
Perhaps if we dared to light a flame this obsessive desire, our consuming fire would burn the world down around us, leaving only the truth of this one lone passionate moment in time that would sustain us for this life and beyond if we let it.
changes of weather shift expectations in uncomfortable ways to say I understood would be a lie more like a sad acceptance waiting on words lost meaning still, never knowing why, why speaking from the heart rarely receives what it deserves
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about one hundred years ago or three years or just yesterday I lay in your bed smelling the indent and the roll of your dream life when I am not trying to look through your eyes into your soul About one hundred years ago or three years or just yesterday I…
Buzzy’s Bushel Baskets “There’s no game or guile here, what you see is what you get”…. was the last thing he ever said. Buzzy worked the bushel baskets like nobody else. He’d peek your poke and play you like a guitar solo on a Saturday night. Fast with the alibi…double up / catch up, he’d… Continue reading Flash Fiction#1
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