WHITE NIGHT, day 4 of A Month with Yeats

  Day 4 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats Challenge and in a day behind but onwards we roll. The quote comes from To some I have talked with by the Fire “…till the morning break and the white hush end all but the loud beat of their long wings, the flash of their […]

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LOST

  Sometimes things just get lost… like umbrellas in taxis when cover comes, like keys in corners when time is doomed, like days, like years, like faces once familiar, like the fate you once fought for, like the dream you since let drown, like scars, like tears, like hearts once essential. Sometimes things just get […]

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CRASH

  Did you wipe your feet upon my head before you walked over me? Allow me to bend first, at least. Was I so accustomed to your disregard that I could not feel you tearing through me, leaning on me, raiding me, raping me? Did you wipe your sweat across my brow to save yourself […]

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BITTER CHOCOLATE

  I wanted to write you a valentine, Valentine, now that it’s now longer Valentines, now that you’re no longer my valentine. I’m sending you a card, along with chocolates, to balance your bitterness, like the ones you never sent. If you were now my valentine I’d eat you like chocolates, I’d suck, seduce and […]

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Human Nature

There are moonlit nights On sandy shores- Barefooted and barely clothed, Worries washed away on waves And troubles left for other days.   There are soulful nights In firelight lost- All Red-wined up and caught in kisses, Drunk in love and wrapped in arms And blanketed in each other’s charms.   There are lonely nights […]

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