Until I saw those wasted hands, brittle as chalk, I hadn’t thought how fast the years make ghosts. I heard them once called brawler’s paws. For me, they were always more: cobras, poised to strike. But his brawling days are gone now; I could kill him with a pillow, if I cared enough to try. […]
Unburied Hatchet
(Photo courtesy of Spillwords Press.) I’m excited to share that my poem, “Forgiving and Forgetting,” has been published today on Spillwords Press. Thank you, Dagmara K, and your team, for publishing it! Please visit Spillwords and show them your support. Forgiving and Forgetting by Dawn Pisturino Whispers on the windSent sweet bouquets and promisesOf unfulfilled […]
“Forgiving and Forgetting” on Spillwords Press
Birds don’t stop in this town. I see them fly past, black peppering blue, going someplace. I’ve given up dreaming wings. This town will know my bones. Condoms sell well in Joe’s corner store – boredom breeds but breeding’s a trap, a twitch in the smile of those steel-eyed shrews who linger late after church. […]
Coal Town
Birds don’t stop in this town. I see them fly past, black peppering blue, going someplace. I’ve given up dreaming wings. This town will know my bones. Condoms sell well in Joe’s corner store – boredom breeds but breeding’s a trap, a twitch in the smile of those steel-eyed shrews who linger late after church. […]
Coal Town
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Angel Messages Jun 15 2024
There was no way he was doing it. And that was that… Unless, of course, one of them relented to keep peace. Then, they nursed the resentment to bring it up later at inopportune moments. It is an unending loop till death or divorce pulls them apart. Story Starter – Saturday Mix
Loops
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