Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Martin Baker. A few weeks ago I was sitting at my favourite table—corner table, right at the back—in my favourite coffee bar and got into conversation with a fellow customer about writing and literature. I learned two interesting things about the city I’ve lived in almost thirty years.…
The house was so dark and quiet Not one voice was left to haunt her She put her bag on the counter Left the mail scattered and untouched Undressing as she walked along First her pants, then her silky blouse Leaving a trail throughout her house No matter… she said to herself The bathroom…
Written by Sage Doyle and HastyWords We lay wrapped up, entangled warm and toasty every limb listening to the dripping melody of an old blizzards melting snow ♥ The heat of your summer soul alludes my sense of the cold as I submerge myself, deep into the illusion of your body ♥ Feeling…
Beautiful words always spill effortlessly from this poet. I am always challenged writing with him. Visit him and enjoy his immense connection with nature. Written by SeanBidd and HastyWords Can you feel her breath beneath the city lights, Out to walk the streets beyond the mile limits, To touch her scent scattered within a…
WRITTEN BY DAVID ELLIS AND HASTYWORDS ♦ Paris in the night, opaque A glass of wine, on the veranda Enjoying fauna, cuddling a koala On the coast of Australia Dining on coquetry, cherishing The language of Italian amour Venice, the renaissance So much breath-taking architecture Get lost in Ireland tiptoeing around…
I needed to write….and Pharphelonus was there at just the right moment. Thank you friend! Written by Pharphelonus and HastyWords I tried falling asleep alone again On a bed of stinging nettles They pricked me all night again The pain causing my mind to settle The place was dark and lonely And my body…
D.L.McHale just had a book published for Kindle and can be found here on Amazon. Check out his website to see even more! Be still my love. Shhhh… There now, can you hear it? Quietly, within the shadows of our mingled selves, softly rising upon the rhythms of our breath. Rest now, sweet angel of…
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