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the Periodic Writer

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

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relationships

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 →

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 →

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 →

This Colossal Miss.

Slowly, our galaxies were colliding. A meeting astronomically abiding, all while breathless desires heightened. The peppered pass was a savored journey, a star-filled dance elegantly curving. Each winding with care yet left yearning. A connection long lasting deep in the... Continue Reading →

I can be in love, and on guard, there are no rules.

A Cup you can Count on

It's deliberate not to take it black today. I've learned from you to drink it this way, though I didn't want to give that away. So a touch of cream upholds my charade. I let you talk as I love... Continue Reading →

An Ode to Love, not anyone.

It's likely I'll love you more than any other admirer has. Does it scare or make you refrain? or serenade you for my hand? I belt it out with fierce belief, like a girl before any grief. I will not... Continue Reading →

Timing is Everywhere. Is it time to drop the anchor down? I've seen what fun lies floating around. Sailors look on, as I cast to the abyss. Stare until swallowed, sinking all would-haves with. The boat still rocks, but the... Continue Reading →

Writing for Keeps

It's when I'm quiet you should worry. If your effect still finds pulse in this quill, then there's a chance I'll keep you with me.

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