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Chapter 12-Lost Song

Chapter 12-Lost Song

Hi All, Below is a work in progress. I’m not sure I even like it. I would love your feedback on style and content. Is the dialogue a bit rubbish. 1st person present tense-does it work? It’s been a while since I shared any kind of new fiction with you all,...

In Awe

You see me how, now? You see me put my clothes on, A tired ritual in the dark of an autumn morning. After children, after brushing my teeth, After waking from another life. The life where I was someone not as I am Known to you. I think back to when I was unknown to...
Broken Wings

Broken Wings

There is a woman who saves butterflies with broken wings. I’ve heard It takes just five minutes. Not as absurd As it sounds. I imagine her fixing brown to blue Or blue to orange, or any other hue Will suffice as long as it fits and Madam Butterfly is fit to fly. With...