Category: Poetry
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Abstract appleTumbling toward tormentEyes cast up, big and brownFreckles on her noseMessy braids, a stalk of hay in onemy farm girl from the cityShe curls her fingers around mineand pushes up on her toesrubs her nose against minekisses meloves meand bounds off with my heart in her pocket.-rjm2015
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Writer’s tip: if your character is stuck, give them the freedom of verse to sort it out. Or dig themselves a deeper hole. The first touch, electric Years drop to the floor like leaves in the fall My hands remember the feel of loving him I can travel this landscape without a map or guide…
loose threads 