Heat excites the pan
Olive oil forms a bright slick
Floral ghosts kiss nose
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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The Architecture of Light
In the rush of the digital age, we often forget that the world speaks in a language older than words. 'The Architecture of Light' is an exploration of that silent dialogue—the way a forest breathes, the geometry of a leaf, and the profound peace we find when we finally stop to listen. This piece is an invitation to step off the path and into the cathedral of the wild.
By LUNA EDITHabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton4 days ago in Fiction
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Very simple and cute.