Ding Dong

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the doorbell rang.
oddly enough--
no one was there.

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Memories Journey

a piece of lint
tinted blue and grey
I found hiding between the pages
of my favorite book of poems.

should I leave it
or let it go--

wondering from what distant memory it escaped?

is it meant to land
in this time or is its journey
not yet finished--

and why oh why do I wonder so much
about such things?

Burned

Like a cool bath, the burning
sand cradles her soul
the scorching sun caresses
her skin, as the sting
from careless words fades
into a rock hard memory and
the last tear splashes
into a wake.




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In Time

Rituals of days passed, only mask
each day to the next, the taste
swallowed with the bitterness mellowed
for weeks in a routine seeking madness...

Until you walked through my door.

I've made my first submission!

Hello Friends! I wanted to share with you guys that I have submitted my work for the first time ever to a literary magazine. I'm putting myself out there, but it's about time. I have over 500 pieces...