Writing

Scent

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd February, 2019

After awhile she sorted the clothing. That’s where she found him, as if he’d waited there, to be unpacked His last possessions, an old worn singlet once close to his…

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So in love

By Denise Carruthers / 20th February, 2019

Measure love by the length of her longing. In yearning years her pillow dreams. By stitching clouds & patchy rain, she keeps the comfort of the sky. The moon can’t…

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sing me my child

By Denise Carruthers / 15th February, 2019

I will sing my child a song of flowers. I will weave her a lei to wear in dreams. I will lay her down in a garden bed. open her…

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