Tag Archives: longing

When we are most near

– James Steerforth A poem pretty much in the vein of Gertrude Stein written using Shuffle Words. As proposed by read write prompt #33.

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Back home

When I returned, I found a desolate home I hardly recognized – red carpeting with a diamond pattern I would have never picked, broken glass on the floor, an unknown red chair as the only furniture left. The windows looked … Continue reading

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