Author Archives: Lynette

It’s One Thing To Dream

  Don’t earnestly promise to catch me a star, Cradle stars in your hands, cut up and bruised. Don’t talk about how England awaits, Grasp my hand as we wander down cobblestone streets. Don’t tell me that you want to … Continue reading

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Your Heart Should Have Buoys

Your heart should have buoys around its shores warning any adventurous sort not to venture too close. With flashing strobes and a strident moan… stay back stay back stay back. But there’s always going to be someone like me willing … Continue reading

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The Heart Throws No Fish Back In The River

“Love, my mother believed, was the only specific for true beauty—an abundance of it could make a woman who was as plain as zwieback go into the streets smiling, with her head high and her shoulders back, and a dearth … Continue reading

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As She Gathered Her Skirts

As she gathered her skirts and headed briskly up the staircase she hoped the view was worth the strain on her tender lungs, bruised from the ill-fated excursion to the Teparda bog the evening before. The effects of the poisonous … Continue reading

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Free From the Past

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Lasso Of Truth

I don’t know where you are because you are in another room. I don’t know how you feel because your voice too faint to hear. I don’t know what I said, or didn’t say I don’t know why you bowed … Continue reading

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In the Land of Lollygag

Fritter is something I do – not eat, Although I call it lollygag. Some might say I loaf around, But truly aren’t loaves made of bread? My mind works such from slack to bread to silly songs It scoots here … Continue reading

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