Haunt
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by Emma Wells
16h ago
Haunt written by: Emma Wells   Lost fingers fumble for warmth stretching an eternity to reach you… …finding only empty expanse. Eons of landscaped pastures missing a gilded frame – edges to touch for reassurance, tactile treasures. I am such a portrait. Empty, paint-flecked walls echo lost words; black-heart endearments sing forth in melancholic daubs, punctuating thoughts as macabre Morse code: an inverted language. A figment of an elongated heart, spreads thinly as clingfilm choking breaths that pant hot, fast, […] The post Haunt appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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The Buddhism of Baseball
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by Alle C. Hall
17h ago
The Buddhism of Baseball written by: Alle C. Hall   I have since learned that being a Seattle Mariners fan is not in conflict with being a New York Mets fan. With the exception of the ’95 season, Seattle’s boys of summer so rarely threaten other teams, you can follow them, too. They are kind of the Buddhism of baseball. At the time of our first date, however, I had attended but a single pro game. Football. The autumn night […] The post The Buddhism of Baseball appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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The Promise
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by Quenntis Ashby
17h ago
The Promise written by: Quenntis Ashby @Quenntis   My deceased father’s hands are my hands now. His wedding ring fits me perfectly: I say, “I do miss you Dad—every day I’m still holding on to you.” His wedding ring is still warm, his memories still fresh as a promise kept.   NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: My heartfelt condolences to anyone who has experienced the sudden loss of a parent after a short illness. I am able to hold onto those […] The post The Promise appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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Two Willows
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by Justine Engelbrecht
17h ago
Two Willows written by: Justine Engelbrecht   We were children playing under the warmth of a summer’s day We were filled with a playful joy, with only our dreams and sunsets of yesterday. We were pillars standing together, Two willows swaying side by side in the wind, We were like seashells playing in the surf, holding and skipping over the shadows. Two hands held tight, We still are dreaming of our tomorrow. We will be forever children playing together under […] The post Two Willows appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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Bouncing Golden Curls
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by Nancy Lou Henderson
18h ago
Bouncing Golden Curls written by: Nancy Lou Henderson @nlhende49   Bouncing golden curls running through the grass, Singing, dancing, spinning, having just a touch of sass. Bouncing golden curls looking to the sky, Stopping, smiling, pointing, saying Angels are flying by. Bouncing golden curls kneeling on one knee, Smelling, touching, picking, giving wildflowers to you and me. Bouncing golden curls although only three, Living, loving, caring, showing God’s love for all to see The post Bouncing Golden Curls appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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I Miss Me Before I Met You
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by MI Kelly
19h ago
I Miss Me Before I Met You written by: MI Kelly   I miss me from before I met you Where are those nights of lying in the dark Face beaming with reminiscence Of full days lived with vigor and people? Gone are those times. Now, late till night turns to dawn You lie in my palm, the world slyly in my arms And my fingers caress your surface Sliding, tapping rhythms none can hear With you, my love language […] The post I Miss Me Before I Met You appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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Making History
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by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
2d ago
Making History written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera   The city is a fishbowl… And we swim through streets of dirty water that flows through bars, churches and schools. They whet my appetite… They wet my shoes and rip open the skin that covers my body, remove my lungs and, put in their place gills so oxygen can flow… Strange fish I see around familiar places, where walls are made of Merthiolate and gauze, and whispers form the wrinkles in the […] The post Making History appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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Collections
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by Lisa Hartsgrove
2d ago
Collections written by: Lisa Hartsgrove   All my life I’ve collected things: shells, rocks, color-changing mood rings. I’ve collected feathers. I’ve collected beads. In springs & summers, I’ve collected seeds. I’ve collected shoes. I’ve collected hats. I’ve collected coins. I’ve collected cats. I’ve collected photos. I’ve collected art. One could argue I’ve collected hearts. I’ve collected whiskers from my cat. And I’ve collected other stuff like that. Like all the collars, leashes, and tags: memories of purrs and wags. But […] The post Collections appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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Three Poems About Childhood
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by Ivan de Monbrison
2d ago
Three Poems About Childhood written by: Ivan de Monbrison   an open cylinder or a jaw same stuff somehow to die out of playing a strange and idiotic game of cards hearts or spades or some letters carved into the glass it was such long time ago before death (the window had been broken with a stone) had started crying and yelling and pouring insults on you like some kind of crazy witch that would have stepped down all dressed […] The post Three Poems About Childhood appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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Pain is Only an Experience
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by Marija Eljuga
2d ago
Pain is Only an Experience written by: Marija Eljuga @kounselling   Walking in the woods the other day, I scratched my fingers on something. The pain, for it was also a cold day felt rather bad and I started fighting against it. Oouch … aw… why won’t it go away, already?! … Then I thought to observe it, instead as an experience made of thoughts, feelings, and sensations. The pain evaporated in a couple of seconds… if so. Almost instantly. […] The post Pain is Only an Experience appeared first on Spillwords ..read more
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