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                     Fluttering and billowing                    in the breeze,                    a bevy of lilies;                      awaiting ~                   beauty’s sting.

The IV  Edition of International Award (Museum of Words) for Microfiction is open for submission. The competition first prize is…

       as daylight ushered in            the morning-after               all promises made            in the heat of the                      moment…

rising from the ashes to shoot up new leaves ~ the felled tree

Underneath this same shade of blue, I made houses of sand and sticks, boxes and weeds; stuffed doll strapped on…

Flitting in and out        of warmth,   in search of blossomed hearts         for a thrust                   of her…

lengthen shadows under the golden sunset dark splotches of birds floating in the sky whistling of the fall of  night…

A shift from fluttering to pain where my heart resides – A reminder of agony from before stunned by this…

gentle breeze             of the night, allaying the sun              of its heat free my thought               of its cares…

the river Styx is what I’ve become healing your heart of all its hurts never more to ache