Sometimes there isn't a title for a story. The words just flow like the sound of a brook in a wood no one knows of, until an author describes how the shift of the gentle breeze allows soft rays to caress the water to life. Then the sounds of the woods come to life before … Continue reading Sometimes There Isn’t A Title For A Story
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Facebook Short Poetry Series #9
I've had reasons, seasons and the leaves. I bowed my performances and wore it on a sleeve. We are the unsure generation, in-flux and afraid, we made the mistakes unsure of what debt is left to be paid. Rhyming, deciphering, and wanting to be held. We don't know what we are fighting, or if we … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #9
Faith Taryn Davies 