Writing

Timeworn

By Denise Carruthers / 17th December, 2018

We’re timeworn weary~ Dog tired from making litter~ Trees bark paper tears.

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Love

By Denise Carruthers / 16th December, 2018

Love does not know the color of the sun nor why wind fathoms or floes of water. It only feels and feeling so, accepts the slow rise of its dawning.

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Self contained

By Denise Carruthers / 20th June, 2018

It’s a blue bottle baby & a piece of the sea. It’s the sting in the tail one never forgets. Washed up abandon, at its lowest ebb. Sorrow preserved long…

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THE SONG

By Denise Carruthers / 4th June, 2018

and then she sang, a pale watery sound to be sure but the mountain heard & echoed it along the valley. The wind picked her song for the stones in…

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Love you to bits

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd May, 2018

The spaces between us No walls without flaws Only adore

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