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Continue reading →: My beautiful dog Charlie makes me laugh
A blur of paws and midnight zooms,A shepherd of invisible flocks in rooms,With eyes that sparkle, sharp and bright,Plotting mischief day and night. You herd the socks, you herd the breeze,You organize leaves from all the trees,A tennis ball? Your greatest quest—No rest for you, you love it best. You…
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Continue reading →: It finds me in the smallest silences
I keep returning to you like a broken thought in a quiet mind— a loop that never learns its ending, just circles the ache again. Your words still load in my chest without warning, without mercy, like a storm I didn’t prepare for, like breath I can’t quite finish. I…
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Continue reading →: my killer cup of coffee
My Killer Cup of Coffee Every morning begins the same way: a slow shuffle into the kitchen, where the light feels too bright and the world too loud. But sitting there on the counter is my quiet salvation—my coffee kit. It’s nothing fancy, just a grinder, a chipped mug, and…
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Continue reading →: A jut and a jaunt
A jut of land meets the restless sea, Where driftwood dreams in quiet debris, Not all that’s cast is worthless or sunk— Even tides make treasure from junk. I took a jaunt where the salt winds call, Past broken shells and a weathered wall, And found in fragments, scattered and…
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Continue reading →: Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge #57 springtime!
Buds awaken Warm winds drift through trees Birdsong Sunlight Petals dance in air Earth hums again
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Continue reading →: Fibbing Friday funny definitions
What is a skiff? Your brain on speed. What is a liner? A piece of paper with lots of lines on it. What is a ferry? A male fairy. What is a destroyer? A type of wooden table to eat on. What is a cruiser? A flying bird. What is…
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Continue reading →: Friday fictioneers 27th March 2026
Along a weathered wooden fence, a family of spiders worked together at dusk. The mother anchored the first silky lines, stretching them carefully between posts. The father followed, reinforcing each strand, while the young spiders spun delicate spirals, learning the craft. Thread by thread, their web grew into a shimmering…
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