Mask drops.
Light arcs from gloved hands
cautiously moving
over ragged disjoins,
shaping
a molten bandage
of iron and heat, steel
and hope, reinventing
the strength of things
left behind.
For Readers & Authors of Historical Romance
A selfish poet
Unclogging my mind...
Ben Jamieson, writer
Alys Jackson Writer
short stories | musings
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Forays in Speculative Fiction
a life in motion
A journey through the seasons with two adopted whippets, a poet and a camera
by Lize Bard
An Archive of Curious Facts for the Curious
it's this or get a real job
The Most Comprehensive Media Bias Resource
The official blog of Jay Dee Archer. Exploring new worlds, real and fictional.
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