Poem 017 – Take the Day
Take the day and drop it in, sprinkle hope to make it sweet, A dash of sadness for lulls that be, don’t worry, it’s still incomplete.
Take the day and drop it in, sprinkle hope to make it sweet, A dash of sadness for lulls that be, don’t worry, it’s still incomplete.
Hey love. So another month has come and gone and I am again at the point of evaluation. A lot has happened this month, not so much in action as in reexamination. So grab yourself a cup of coffee and allow me to spill the tea. In the aftermath of COVID, a lot has changed …
Without them seeing, he quickly wrote a note, scribbling as much as he could remember from the blabbering behemoth in the black suit. It was a long shot, but he had to at least try and leave breadcrumbs just in case things went south, which they’d done within the past hour. The giant of a …
/ˈlɪŋɡə/ verb – stay in a place longer than necessary because of a reluctance to leave.
Word Count = 900 words Estimated Reading Time = 4 minutes Genre = Editorial Hey love and a happy new month to you. Here we stand at the end as well as the beginning of things and I dare say, there is much to be expected and no small measure of things to be grateful …
Inside were musty old rooms stripped of all but dusty old books, peeling paint, and treasures under stretching old iron roof sheets baking in the African sun. But it was home and it had been for ages. It kept me away from them, away from those that hung by the rafters, building their hollow nests …
I stand weightless at the edge of my pain, overcome, disdained, Close my eyes and I am falling, unable to catch myself, not stopping,
Word Count = 365 words Estimated Reading Time = 1 minute 42 seconds Genre = Editorial Hey Loves. Air hugs to all of y’all. It’s my birthday month darlings and I am exciteeeeeeed. It’s been full, it’s been good and I just wanted to dish out all the awesomeness with y’all lovelies as always. It’s …
The scullery maid placed a tray on the table with a glass of milk and a plate of éclairs. They looked absolutely delicious; large as a rolled-up fist and almost spilling over with cream. “Go on, help yourself. You must be hungry. My blood sweat and tears went into those éclairs and besides, the time …