Category Archives: Prose

“Beautiful faces and passionate kisses” — johncoyote


REBLOG: Please enjoy John Coyote’s Beautiful piece.  If you don’t follow his blog, you should! 🙂 Enjoy!  (Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry.) (Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday … Continue reading

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Safe Haven


Originally posted on Penny Wilson Writes:
** I have been having a hell of a time writing anything worth posting lately!  The last couple of weeks, I’ve wanted to participate in Sue’s #Write Photo challenge, but nothing comes.  😦   I…

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The Huge Hug Club — A Guy Called Bloke


REBLOG: Please take a minute to visit Rory’s blog for a whole lot of Wonderfulness!!  Enjoy! ❤ Howdy Doody Folks!! Once a month – the Huge Hug Club is active! Today is that day! you know, we may all be … Continue reading

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Forgotten #writephoto


The forgotten door to yesterday. The backroads and wrong turns of your youth. The place where magic was always a possibility and summers stretched forever.  Behind this door lies a realm of fantasy, riches unclaimed, and misplaced dreams.  The key … Continue reading

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The Moon’s Blush


The Sun so loved the Moon.  Her luminous smile set his heart aflame.  His burning desire shone for all to see. But he yearned for the darkness.  The Moon lit the night, paving the way for his dreams.  The glow … Continue reading

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The Spark


Originally posted on Penny Wilson Writes:
You knew what I was like without you. You knew the mess I would be. I collapse. The pale light of the stars is of little solace. No encouragement. A captured moment dissolves between…

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The Stars Come Home — Stephanie Bennett-Henry


REBLOG:  Don’t miss Stephanie’s Brilliant piece! Woman, made of spine, rooted deep where flowers grow, despite secrets long buried in the soil where ancestors died, holding their last breath like one last chance. Woman, made of strength where one tree … Continue reading

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