Morning sky ink blue
Stiff cold wind blowing on me
Cows, content to lay.
About the Creator
Shannon Lemire
Writing is a part of who I am.
I go back and forth between handwritten lengthy journaling and sitting here glued to my laptop.
As inspiration hits, I write and follow the intuitive nudge.
You'll see many sides of me here.
I hope you enjoy.
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How to Keep the Door Closed
First, learn the architecture of safety. Understand that walls are not cruelty —they are memory. They are the places you learned to survive when no one else knew how to hold you. Run your hands along them. Notice how solid they feel. This is the strength you built alone.
By Shannon Lemire3 days ago in Poets
The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
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I can feel the wind 💨 ❤️😉