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21/7

Sometimes when noise

Inside the troubled mind

Thrives on every fear

Prayers for peace

Are answered

And for that stay of freedom

The quiet

The stillness

Enables the soul to sleep

2 6
2020-07-21

She succoured those unable to inherit the monarchy's good health, waiting for quiet nights that belied serenity as visitors demanded a donation. She of the fae, humming poems to the stars.

9 53
2020-07-21

Unaware that Minie was sending copies of her writings to Finch, Assington was writing about endangered species like Black Rhinos, Bornean Orangutans, and the heterosexual, red wine drinker, free thinker, carnivore, bullfight fan, and smoker man.



🖼 Andrew Davidson

3 21
2020-07-20

The forgotten nameless prince had ostracized himself from a seemingly futile fight, tying slings to his back as others' lips blued. "Prejudice is unwelcome," he thought, opening insurrection's smoke flare.

4 31
2020-07-18

We make lovely things an allusion to someplace great only met after death. It's in first bites of favourite foods & how flavours linger different on every part of one's tongue, how clouds yawn to clear thoughts anathema.

4 37
2020-07-16

Facemask Profiteering

They've started making facemasks
to go with people's clothes
will they make one for
the funeral parlour
called
gone
with death stenciled
on the nose








2 3
2020-07-14

As the sun's rays against waves
Secrets of Poseidon's
The storm it braves
Neptune's fancy
a dream that beckons me
The bitter taste of an illusion...
...the illusion that I am free...

3 10
2020-07-13

DORA

...with her cobalt colored hair— was fly and true to her ’ghetto roots’ like a banjee girl on the run—she mastered the art of having fun. Her & charm ebb & flow with widened eyes—like dancing that passionately flies.✍️🏽#vss365

0 5
2020-07-13

We watched them march through midnight, uniforms with boundless blood edges. As told, everyone hid from view, since bilateral relationships don't exist with them. Only venal. Then we saw a little boy face down in mud.

4 30
2020-07-08

It was a feral cat protecting her kittens, fluffy forever tails swaying amid wind's whispers. I kept my distance, noting the 7 obelisk-like poles surrounding the lamp-less road. Bread crumbs. 2

6 44
2020-07-07

The world outside my door came alive, dim sparkles popping madly on surfaces like water in a frying pan. I prefer such afternoons that were louder than dreams, pieces flying petal to petal, perfuming the air.

8 58
2020-07-04

*
Integrity
became disposable

Dropped at midnight
like glass shoe

Trickster
in your mirror

33 103
2020-07-04

The groves used to hold a sweet nectar breeze that followed the most derelict hearts home. It'd buckle a room's acerbic air, urging masks to fall & lungs to drink—but demons hold more power than angels now.

7 44
2020-07-02

W/ moonlight decorating his shoulders in faded blooms, he lifted the lid. There was but a small gate at the bottom. He imagined what it could be hiding—until a gentle melody & yesteryear's sunshine.

8 42
2020-06-29

Few swill from the fruit on disrespectful escapade, most fearing the verve in which they'd be punished. The Grim Mother loathes the sound—though gluttons offer rich blood for her children's doses of immortality.

14 60
2020-06-28

The surrounding pulse rocks me gently. My host still breathes.
I breach the of my pod's walls. They crack as I break free.
Mother God tree's design is wise and
My conscience is clear - my host will die.

6 32
2020-06-27

We are responsible for how we react to a despot called pain and its coarsely spiked spindle. Some choose to ignore it until numbness sets with the sun. You chose to spin a rising lifelong light that reminds me to feel warmth.

14 57
2020-06-26

Deep within the veiled by the flowing waters of the Everfalls, was a concealed cave. The Craven hid and orchestrated their next attack on With in their hearts and swords in hand, it was time for revenge.

6 20
2020-06-22

If roses felt wanderlust amid what the rain & our jogging feet orchestrate, would they flee for submontane paths & their streams? Would they stick to hummingbirds who pollinate their gardens? A rose I could be.

9 43
2020-06-21

Our ancestors envisioned this kind of world but they must've fought for something better than people suspending others as hook-pierced minnows over self-appointed thrones. We're merged in separation with vaulted futures.

8 48
2020-06-19