Writing

eek

By Denise Carruthers / 5th June, 2017

Up the spout the spider-lings Tickling, trickling thru the water Breaching breaths Reaching screams Furry fear forever after

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boys will be

By Denise Carruthers / 4th June, 2017

Heracles put that down Atlas stop fooling round No one will ever believe How bad you boys behave Whole world on my shoulders

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biker bars

By Denise Carruthers / 4th June, 2017

imagine it how it would be if biker bars had poetry initiation a rhyme or two no adverse no perverse just words without bruises

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mermaid

By Denise Carruthers / 15th May, 2017

once was a mermaid named Louise & subject to capricious whimsies sang for the wind then changed her mind serenading seafarers was a breeze image by mermaid wallpapers

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OLD?

By Denise Carruthers / 6th May, 2017

How dare he say ” a little bit ruined” What was she, Pompei? Old, maybe, But not yet ready for the man from archaeology

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why

By Denise Carruthers / 2nd May, 2017

Gazelles do grass, We graze on gravel; Graffiti writers in the sky. Clouds gather, cumulus Curious, asking why

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quiver

By Denise Carruthers / 28th April, 2017

I met cupid in the forest least he said that was his name there was a quiver in his arrow which we settled right away

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