Tag: death
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Eulogistic Ballad—By a Butterfly
We were young, still in our cocoons when we first met. Flora morphed into a beautiful butterfly, sooner than me. Her wings—the colors of fire, lit the sky. Her flutter stirred many, to reach and pocket her. But free minded, she held her own, unwilling to be caught. With a grand vision to travel ... -
Red Lilies Under Broken Ground
Do the selfish greedy fewWatch the innocent dieAnd bleed upon the morning dewDo they inhale the red dustAbove the crumbling homes of trust Has their warring blackboardBeen desecrated by the blood-spattered hordeSacrifice by their beheading swords The white doves of peace are cryingWhile the red lilies of loveLay under broken ground dying -
The Obituary
I’ve been telling my husband the only thing I hate about dying is I won’t be able to write about it. As a writer, I gravitate towards death. I’m not sure why. I remember a story I wrote in high school about my death from a car accident. My spirit floated above my body, watching ... -
Glow In The Dark Stars
The following poem is from Lo Potter’s upcoming collection “Celestial Navigation” set for release in September 2021 it’s funny how only a great time laterwe take real personal meaning from dreams.when I dreamt that my bed was safe,because you would make it so.and those stars we pointed to,making constellations in our minds,slowly learning direction,teaching me ... -
Black Roses Part 1
That day, an unfamiliar face stood in the butcher’s shop. A tall, rounded man with a trimmed beard and two emerald green eyes sold her the pork shoulder. Belle stood behind the counter, watching the world play out outside the shop windows. The silence stretched between them. Sounds from outside the building echoed in the ... -
The ‘C’ Word
Cancer: The word means nothing to most people. But to the people who have it, or those close to them, the word means everything. -
In Memoriam
If I had only known the last timeWould be the last timeI would have put off all the things I had to doI would have stayed a little longerHeld on a little tighterNow what I’d give for one more day with you ‘Cause there’s a wound here in my heartWhere something’s missingAnd they tell me ... -
The Hand That Steers The Kingdom – Part 17
Click here to read parts 1-16! Rebellions did not pick up traction quickly. Tristan was slow to learn that lesson. Connor laughed at her nervous energy, having learned years ago that a soldier’s and rebel’s closest companion was boredom. Her whole being felt rushed to move the cause forward, but reality dedicated that they must ... -
The Hand That Steers The Kingdom – Part 16
Click here to read parts 1-15! As soon as Anfir opened the tent flap, Tristan knew why he’d led them there. Fenrir hobbled up from the cot where a redheaded girl was attempting to tend to his bandaged leg. The woman’s cat-like features turned down in a scowl as she watched Fenrir hoist himself up ... -
Our Dearly Departed
My first time working for my new employer, I had yet to see a day of sun since the Mississippi. The train had arrived in a cloud of low-hanging, foul black soot that matched the smiling mouths of some fellow patrons I tipped my head to along the way. What had been a normal blend ...