
F-Word
By Koolshooters: pexels.com by Andrea Marcusa Thank you, Mom, for always yelling “FUCK” in traffic, teaching me the power of a word that, during my tenth summer, rescued me from
By Koolshooters: pexels.com by Andrea Marcusa Thank you, Mom, for always yelling “FUCK” in traffic, teaching me the power of a word that, during my tenth summer, rescued me from
Courtesy Freepix.com by Rebecca Tiger She says the right things except when she says the wrong ones like when she told her last lover that she was beautiful in candlelight,
Photo by Elias on Unsplash by Lucinda Kempe The bells of Saint Mary’s rang throughout the town; rang though it snowed like Joyce’s Dead; rang through the sloshing of the cars slowed by
Photo by David Foodphototasty on Unsplash by Lucinda Kempe The first time they kissed they took the lemon-yellow butter from the fridge and anointed their toast with its Belgium crème and flakes of
Photo by Adarsh Kummur on Unsplash by Kip Knott The only cloud in the sky tangles for a moment in the dead branches of the only tree in my plowed field. The tree
Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash by Kip Knott You came to me when my eyes were closed, but it wasn’t a dream. Haven’t you ever closed your eyes, just for a moment,
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