Writing

Grim

By Denise Carruthers / 25th January, 2019

At first, my clock was slow. Its tick afar,  its tock a lil further. Then time stood still.  A voice from long ago. The devil, daemon,  the hot one from…

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Be not too hard…

By Denise Carruthers / 24th January, 2019

Softly impressionable, pliable. Willing to please, my love is like a bough. A willow’s whim bending only so far. Touch me as I bloom with your tenderness. My heart belongs…

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Lavender

By Denise Carruthers / 24th January, 2019

Find me love where the boysenberry plays & girls with posies of purple iris. Look below the Jacaranda flowers. There I’ll be Waiting for some lavender for feeling blossoms. &…

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Less hope

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd January, 2019

I swear,  belief is a horse, Switching tails. A nightmare of hoodwinks for my spirits. Chaff bags of promises filled with faith,  full of leaping first & the looking,  after.…

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