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Sharing Sunday – A Tree Finally Speaks
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is from a writer from somewhere new! Jennie is from the Philippines and her piece for you is about trees. She wrote it to give trees a voice, it’s a really beautiful piece, leave her some love in the comments and take a look at her site! A Tree Finally Speaks One night… Me: In the absence of wind and mist Who cradles your branches and leaves to sleep? Tree: You! Come near, exhale Me: I haven’t brushed my teeth My breath stinks Tree: Grab a leaf Scrub it in your mouth And let me kiss your lips Me: You are crazy, tree! Tree: Hahaha look who’s…
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Sharing Sunday – Child of the Night
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by a poet who resides in the Americas again! Americans really rock. Here’s his poem, make sure you check out his stuff down the bottom he has a few books out and some links for you guys to check him out. Child of the Night I have to wonder now and then as the dreams I once held divine Have left me just like other men to age and wither on the vine Where once I thought that I would be so much further along in life Now the dreams that I once could see so cut me quick just like a knife Perhaps the…
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Sharing Sunday – Echoes
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by Gabriela and it’s a poem! Yay for mixed pieces other than short stories. It’s called Echoes and when she was thinking up the poem she had a picture in her mind of a huge dark, endless empty room, and trying to put those images into words. It was only after writing the first sentence did she realise how much of a metaphor that empty room was. After that the poem became a little more personal. So without anymore waffling from me here is Echoes. Echoes There’s silence, only silence.Nothingness, and nothing more.And yet, the nothingness is crushing,And the lull, a deafening roar.There’s blackness, utter darkness And…
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Sharing Sunday – Nightfall
My beautiful friend Av is my first victim dreamer for my weekly Sharing Sunday segment and I have to say that I love her. She is such a beautiful and authentic soul that it’s hard not to smile around her pixie like self. Please make her feel welcome and enjoy what she has for us today, it’s truly sizzling. Nightfall by Avrille Bylok-Collard Are lovers meant to be like this? Figures that dance in clandestine shadows to dissolve in the morning light, like salt in a beaker or fluttering lenses in the night? There are many things I’d sacrifice to press my palms against yours in the full summer sun, caressing your…