I Lived in a Fog

my life a journey shrouded times destined to pass vision keenly set   a lackluster world similarities questioned  brighter days ahead § Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Week 55 My another blog ThusNSuch Eugenia image – Pexels

dVerse Poetics – Come to the Circus!

Originally posted on Singledust:
Image from Google Written for dVerse Poetics hosted by Sarahsouthwest, lovely prompt Sarah! Squelchy footprints lead to a tent we need tickets, Papa goes up front my tiny steps trying to keep up please don’t let go of my hand! Fried peanuts and iced barley I see friends of our family…

life of a mentor

Originally posted on syncwithdeep:
yet another day I wake up jauntily to face a new divorce case a depressed face a confused state and an unhappy love you can punch me with your sorrow tales pin me when you are angry I am always there to listen to you WODC – Mentor Word of the week…


Originally posted on Reena Saxena:
I couldn’t have missed that jaunty gait, even after a lapse of thirty years. A closer scrutiny creates some doubts. The color of the eyes is different.  And … how come he has not aged in all these years? Well, he could be a look-alike. They say there are at…

The evolution of suffering

Originally posted on allysoally:
“To pull and pull the rope of grief, until that coiled hill of tears has reduced to its last drop.” ― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings I feel like a fake in the real world, people say I’m brave, but am I, really? In my closet…

Twisted Times

Gnarly persona Drastic times, not a stranger Let the curtain fall   Hardship not chosen A hush lurks without warning Peace lives in shadows § Reena’s Exploration Challenge – Week 54 Reena’s taking the week off and has led her followers to internet generated prompts for this weeks challenge. We have the option to select…

Flash Fiction: Clock

Originally posted on The Dark Netizen:
Edgar, Allan, and Poe were at their weekly green session. Edgar spoke up. “Bros…let’s play the What Am I Talking About Game, yes?” His friends simply nodded in agreement. Edgar continued. “So…I see an old Church, that has many minarets and..” Poe thwarted Allan. “Bro..it’s the damn clock.” Edgar clapped. “Whoa…!…

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