Author: platosgroove@gmail.com
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The Space between the Milliseconds (Audio)
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Time drags and stretches from tic to tic. I never knew there were so many intervals between seconds. Life lived in milliseconds. Each hung like a bead on a bitter pasty rope of tepid metallic taffy. Each one sucks and drains and moves in opposition to life. Divided, cordoned off. Source of torment and relief…
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Peanuts – Empty Shells (Audio)
Writing about not being able to write Words have become empty shells. Empty hulls on the floor. They once held something of value. But it has long since been consumed. They tingled and tantalized the tongue then gone. Now just empty shells.
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Fishing in the Weeds (Audio)
I recognized that look. It originates in the depths, in the dark, in the unknown. That place where restlessness never sleeps even when engaged in conversation, prayer, love, play, work, travel, or dance. Unconsciously seeking, scanning, assessing for that shape, that fragrance, that sound, that taste which would satiate the hunger of the heart,…
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fingers | Kat’s Scribbles
fingers | Kat’s Scribbles. This lady is Great! Loved this. Send it out from where you may be. I felt laughter and joy at the finish.
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Read paper heart – Poems & poèmes
Read paper heart – Poems & poèmes. Marvelous Work. Well worth a long visit! I think my reblog thingy don’t work. The link is . . . https://poemsandpoemes.wordpress.com/