Relic : Writing

Abandoned Writers Cafe

Abandoned Writers Cafe

A Poem by Relic


Empty rooms in empty halls.
I will plant daffodils here if you want.

I will plant daffodils here if you want.

A Poem by Relic


I will plant daffodils here like you wanted.And when they've grown from the groundand blossomed with life;when sunlight from God feeds themwith warmth..
Drop by drop the muse

Drop by drop the muse

A Poem by Relic


a quick thought
The Empty Red Seat

The Empty Red Seat

A Story by Relic


I remember rain tapping the diner window. The smooth white table we sat at held ketchup, salt, and a declaration of her mournful face cradled in the ..
Writers Cafe (an old one)

Writers Cafe (an old one)

A Poem by Relic


An old one on the observation of poets.
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Echoes of You

Echoes of You

A Poem by Relic


~Echoes of You~Your ghost hides in corners of our wrinkled sheetsreaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.I've never enjoyed swimming..
Paper fish

Paper fish

A Poem by Relic


A variation on another poem I wrote.
A Calico Drifter

A Calico Drifter

A Poem by Relic


Hersilky mixed form stalks the garden on eveningswith tiny glowing emerald-laden eyes.Confident butCautious, she'll sleuth and she'll slink,hide and s..
Spirit

Spirit

A Poem by Relic


Do you believe?
Titanic--Nearer My God.

Titanic--Nearer My God.

A Poem by Relic


Their ghostly forms respire nowIn swells that churn the sea.Relieved from woe, and peril's throe,Nearer my God to thee.And even though the forward bow..

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