Dada sucks my Nipple its Claustrophobic Between your Noun

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The worst has already passed | Subdued Flamboyance

The worst has already passed

February 16, 2016 by Abhinav Majumder”

When you feel so lonely and can’t sleep at night,
because everything gives you a fright.
The pain and the sadness takes control,
and once again you’re all alone.

I love darkness, I am afraid of the light, the only light I love staring at, is the moonlight.  Source: The worst has already passed | Subdued Flamboyance

Christmas Story IV: Magical Moments

very delightful memories, I really wish mine were as positive – no nerve just pleasure

There were other Christmases and other memories I have from when I was a boy.

There was the time I rode around town with my dad on Christmas Eve leaving Christmas turkeys on the doorsteps of families not as fortunate as ours.

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Two Roads Part 13 | Nutsrok

Mama came over Tuesday bringing quinine, usually used for malaria.  “I am worried about you taking these, but you’re in a hard spot.  The druggist told me a pregnant woman of your size …

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Two Roads Part 1

If you enjoy these wonderfully delightful tales as I do, here is the beginning of two Roads of which I posted a much later episode the other day- may not have been here but on jessica’s blog I’ll link in when I have it – here it is no 10

Image from vintage postcard “Itchy, Scratchy Romance in the Hay”

Lloyd Wright wasn’t  the first boy Cassie Merrill had let go that far, just the one Ma  caught her with.  Right off, Ma sent Jep running for the preacher. Lloyd’s hateful old mama raged, swearing Cassie had trapped her boy and yelling she’d heard plenty about her “wild streak” long before Lloyd took up with her.  [ continued]

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ENDLESS- Written by Jacob Ibrag


Through the lightening in

our bones, we willed the night in

our own image. Carving our sweat

into the wood, the world witnessed

what we created. In those obsolete

moments, we became endless.

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Photographer Unknown


A Gift for My Readers

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Dear Readers,

I would like to offer you a free poetry anthology, which I created in 2012. This is my latest updated version with over 300 pages of poems. All of the poems are in the public domain.

The Seven Ages of Man is a collection of hundreds of poems pertaining to heart and home and the inevitable hardships of life as we progress through the stages of our lives. The poets in this anthology range from Dante and Chaucer, the Father of Literature to classical and romantic poets like William Blake, Lord Byron and Elizabeth Barrett Browning to contemporary and modern poets, such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Walt Whitman and Robert Frost; poets from the well-known to the obscure. Especially for students of literature and poetry lovers of every age.[more]

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