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the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.

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A Mother’s Unrest

I hope the numbness lifted quickly, I hate to think you sufferedfor me.I believed in good of everyone,and often denied the evil of some.It’s not your fault my dormant naturesidelined your efforts to nurture. I didn’t see the monster you... Continue Reading →

Feel me?

Why do we treat paranoia as such a negative trait?What's their agenda, really?

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 →

Rules be Darned.

  Why not fix a drink before noon, the Reverend won't judge 'til June. Tithes are still getting paid, while my dog has his day. So I confess, I've been drinking for two.  

Like That – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

I bled on the snow for six blocks until I embraced the unnatural chill at my ungloved tip, followed by a pulse I imagine in moments like this. To think it must be sealing just as quickly as the sound in my mind. It's not, so I... Continue Reading →

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 →

Polar Opposites – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

Perhaps, there was some fight up there, or stratospheric spat. But now there's talk of wintry air and all we fear is that. The climate cries keep falling flat while temps and seas still bubble. Though one snow day can't bring us back, it could... Continue Reading →

Special Delivery – A poem by Kendall Lynn

My eyes opening from destined cosmic debris Surface elements scavenged between moon and me What lies next, I will not see

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