Presenting 'Celebrate Love,' this week's edition featuring work by @NolchaF, @hallybearie, @therealpaedelt, @RyanMGNorman, and @ShivaRJoyce. Forget #ValentinesWeek, read about real love instead.
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She said no the mistletoe does not take the photosynthesis. Its roots are in the trees sucking its nutrients. They’re basically leeches. I was overcome with the desire to violently rip the mistletoe out.
- from 'Mistletoe and Sycamores' by @hallybearie
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Frosted grounds of the orchard echoed
our joy and the deer stood still.
Quilts trapped the warmth of our flesh
as I read Whitman into your
eyes pressing a finger against
flushed lips
- from 'Orchard Frost' by @RyanMGNorman#SaturdayShoutout
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Sorry for Spilling Hot Coffee on You!
Thanks for joining me at the Countdown Diner counter. I was so nervous! Spilling coffee on you wasn’t the first impression I wanted to make. Alice, will you give me another chance?
- from 'Missed Again' by @NolchaF
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Waking before you afforded me the pleasure of watching you sleep. Every dream twitch amused me and sometimes I couldn’t help but run a finger down your nose. I wondered how it changed your dreamscape.
- 'Mourning Routine' by @ShivaRJoyce
#SaturdayShoutout
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love,
lightened by fire,
only leaves dark red bruises.
your lips touch my skin,
we burn—
- from 'cigarette butts' by @therealpaedelt
#SaturdayShoutout
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I smiled and cried against my will. I don’t know how to cry with other people. I said I love you. She said friends are great, sighed and smiled. I said I liked being called a plural and we laughed.
- from 'Mistletoe and Sycamores' by @hallybearie
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Our hot breath plumed wet clouds
of snowstorms in your converted
pigsty on cold black nights—
Frosted grounds of the orchard echoed
our joy and the deer stood still.
- from 'Orchard Frost' by @RyanMGNorman
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Still Looking for Alice
It’s been a couple of years, but I’m still looking for you, Alice.
Get back to me if you see this. I don’t have your contact info.
I think of you often. Greg.
- from 'Missed You Again' by @NolchaF
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fast and bright.
half of me turns into ashes,
the other half crashes onto silent ground,
you let me go,
i fall from your hands
as you throw me away—
- from 'cigarette butts' by @therealpaedelt
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Then there were mornings that your eyes would stay shut but two hands would find their way out of your sleeping bag, dragging me over like some great kraken waking to find something worthy of devouring.
- from 'Mourning Routine' by @ShivaRJoyce
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I was on the radio last night on @17Numa's show with my wonderful editor, @ehoranpoet. Follow the link to hear me talk about, and read poems from, my book 'Spectrum of Flight' - up for pre-orders now, and officially released in one week's time! 18th Feb!
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When the #request came, Yggdrasil was growing new roots. Down he went, deep and dark, where words changed. No more end or world or death, but werld and wearlth. And the tired, wise worlms.
The squirrel chirruped. He leaf-listened. Sighed. And shook his big crown.
#vss365
Presenting 'Celebrate Love,' this week's edition featuring work by @NolchaF, @hallybearie, @therealpaedelt, @RyanMGNorman, and @ShivaRJoyce. Forget #ValentinesWeek, read about real love instead.
https://t.co/I7Xc6ARYXY