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December Dare!
Toja has eyes that were amber gold, now they fill with hate; but it is this kind of month: gorgeous sacred emotions. We are descendants of blessings or what? I cannot hate you back Toja, its too late. There was a killer double rainbow last evening 4pm, in chilly drizzle. We ran to the terrace Continue reading
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SEAHORSE, my friend
He was real, I was young enough to love him for what he was, a real sea creature in the early waves, Bay of Bengal. Through the years, he has followed me, city after city, lane after lane, along with a certain “Harrison” Aussy Life Saver/priest who took me to the Shoulder of a wave. Continue reading
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Storm Song
“You cannot withstand the storm,” It whispers. The Warrior whispers back, “I am the Storm.” Jake Remington. FMF WRITERS Continue reading
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I have so little left to say, just ask
What are we to teach our children? “In the city I loved, suddenly nowhere was safe“ https://www.bbc.com/news/world-south-asia-58071592 What is a woman’s worth/ a nation’s? Is the equivalent of Peace~ War? Is there a Global community of peace keepers ? When will current conflicts end/how? Do we realize its all more than earth life? Do we Continue reading
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Accountability
Holding hands together, palms warm with praying, the way children do- urgent, necessary quick, like they truly believe. Chocolates are needed now, or Pa needs his leg repaired, or a bicycle needs a new bell. Or it shouldn’t rain at noon today, or we need a puppy. Now. A child persists, he believes, he sees Continue reading
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There’s another word in it
Prompt: Observant I always look forward to this Prompt from Friday Five minuters, look forward to it with a relish I knew growing up with tonsillitis and was allowed ice cream only on sacred times of wellbeing! Ah well. Thankyou FMF writers, for keeping me in touch with words,mine & yours. Life gets hectic- beautiful Continue reading
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Here Time stands still…
Two minutes to sundown, my roses have bloomed, two tiny strawberry blossoms under honeysuckle all in our garden balcony in the sun going down, I’m staring staring at Time thats raced, stalled, touched everything, and left this moment untouched by its arms. Am staring at news here and there about Farmers in the streets furious Continue reading
