Excuse me if I’ve fallen prey to your looks Become ensnared in your laughter And poisoned by your friendship Maybe I’m a fool, falling for someone like you I talk for hours but scratch the surface of you Your being is possibly never ending, and I Travel at a snail’s pace, caught in your gravity … Continue reading Restore My Night-Devereaux Frazier
There’s nothing I love better than a cool spring evening in the kitchen with you. We meet in the driveway and you kiss me, it’s to warm my lips you say, but I know it’s because you have missed me today. On that short walk to our front door you hold my hand and lean … Continue reading Cool spring evening – Gina@Singledust
A warm and a tight hug can do wonders I have heard It can lick and suck all your pain for those who have eternally suffered It’s that magic potion that elixir that have worked wonders in the present and in the past that secret ingredient which has turned the sourest of the situations into a loving … Continue reading Self Love – Megha Sood
This week saw a resurgence of Pay It Forward Thursday with our Barista’s reposting some of their favorite stories, articles, and poems they read the week before around the broader Word Press community. This Newsletter will serve to round them up in one place for all of our guests to come back to and read … Continue reading Paying it Forward Wrap-up 8/18
You finally came forward in how you feel But left to my eyes it seems shallow The same news reel, the same shallow beat If we can’t win, call him weird, one, two, three I’ve heard it from family, I’ve heard it From strangers and those less than that People such as yourself who don’t … Continue reading Just Like You-Devereaux Frazier
By Charles Robert Lindholm Time hides memories that hurt your heart and your soul stop digging them up Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = Passions Frozen on paper Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
A fascinating look at homelessness, drug addiction, and this unending cycle by Guest Blogger on Mandibelle16, Patrick Bailey! His story is amazing! #mentalhealth #addiction
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It’s been a long and winding road for me in the city where I was raised. The city has pulled me back after each venture away. This road has gone many places and resulted in something of an archeological dig into myself and humanity at large.
Overall, I’ve noticed a consistent thread for those in severe and notable distress in the community. It has continued for decades, having taken on various symptoms over the years.
When the Street People Were Dispatched.
I was in my early teens when the de-institutionalization of psychiatric hospitals first impacted my area of the city. The ‘street people,’ as we called them, appeared suddenly. They had been dispatched by the state mental hospital. Some had not been in the world outside for decades. I can’t imagine what that release into society was like for them. From their outward appearances, it…
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Check out an awesome interview with blogger, writer, and published author Lynn Love. She’s one of my fav fiction writers on WordPress!
Welcome to another writer/blogger interview.I’m so pleased to share with you an interview with Lynn Love the talented and published writer, author, and blogger. Her Blog is called: World Shamble: Exploring Fictional Worlds in a Blast.
Credit: Lynn Love
1. Please Tell Us About Yourself Lynn:
Lynn Love, I live in Bristol in the South West of the U.K. If you want to conjure the accent, imagine a pirate speaking and you won’t be far off. I’ve lived in all four corners of England, though, so my accent is truly mongrel. I blog at Word Shamble: Exploring Fictional Worlds in a Blast.
I’ve also worked as a florist for most of my adult life, so if you need a bridal bouquet — I’m your woman.I’ve been married for twenty-five years this year – which gives you an idea of how old I am! And, also I have one…
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How you wrap around every thought and ache sliding unsolicited into places I never knew existed touching warm silence awakening unread pages strong hands crying to read every inch of my skin for the first time then over and over again story touching your soul and your mind is lost in the abandon of flesh … Continue reading Abandon of Flesh