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the Periodic Writer

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Life in Waiting

Friday nights were set aside for movie popcorn and shows, now what we watch is cookie-cut and Netflix only knows. We may not get to rock that country concert tee, let's instead swap pics of our newfound favorite trees. And... Continue Reading →

Until Death

Your sigh begets my feigned smile, no notice drawn to the look far beyond our collective current during an enduring unforeseen we’d no time to convene on whether we could weather this storm together or warm to the choice to... Continue Reading →

Twenty.

A happy birthday to the nation, don't rush the loaded verses. Your lungs won't mind if you lag behind, and neither will the nurses.

Ultimate Mood Ring – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

I witness reflections of life off oceans I often fly by. Zone out at the greatest depths, though marvel most creatures calcified. Pumpkin patches now serve snow cones which help me forget warming woes. But plants adrift across the sea... Continue Reading →

Preparing – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

When I was a bird, I found seed beyond all of my wildest needs. But it's turned colder, the babes are older. I haven't sunflowers to feed. I always thought suitable mates were those who could talk with big gaits.... Continue Reading →

City Habitat – Haiku

Sirens resounding, 2 AM a bottle breaks. Locks are checked again.

Resist to Regret – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

Resist to reclaim- pressure builds, then caves. Soon lungs collect to fill space that was left. Resist to revive any words beyond mine. Soon fingers crack recording all I lack. Resist to believe what you say, for what I see.... Continue Reading →

Better – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

A boil builds beneath his rimless frames. The boy is all that's shared within their home. The car is warm, stilling wicked winter. Perhaps, it fades along the drive away. The boy becomes entranced by gates of snow. Inside a queen... Continue Reading →

If Rings Could Strut – A Poem

My house is a hoard of coasters.  Each night I round them up from their strut across my tables.  They multiply but most stay dry for I take in few guests these days.  Still I don't know why they spill out as a reminder.  You... Continue Reading →

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