![The Oath and The Bard](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/3c82e2f0801ce1fd1960ef3dfee14e6e.jpg) |
I have built 'neath these hands a table round, polished with footprints and handled doors. Here I have gathered round laughter and open exchange, dini..
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![Thus Served the Gods](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
In the sparse grim spec of winter’s arrival we beheld our northland dry and its feel upon our skin. The hour born ..
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!["Nothing Gold Dare Stays"](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/c815dfb62b0c1571e23c92e8063589d7.jpg) |
She stares out past the windowsHer bed all a mind in tearsThe sky fierce in stormy blueKneels down to hold
herKneeling to her nest ..
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![Faces All Too Familiar](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/76f0ffef803e05c079504d78a9365107.jpg) |
Darkness inclines with a faceAll too familiar...
As two we grieve as one inHiding
Surface below surfaceAddendums to our seasons
Faced and di..
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![The Royal Attention Span and the Age of Ambiguous Focus](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I woke to the sound of splashing, emotions,waves or merelyvapors?Sins frosted on the window sill and opened eyes, alive again.
Ligh..
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![Desiderata](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/999c2641f3ac55f8fbf12207308d4095.jpg) |
An image:Streets filled in carmineSpanish red and the taste of neon gritQuestions follow questions down to the paradoxWhile homeless..
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![Boston Blues](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Maybe make sense of it
A click
A fall
A broken branch minutes to midnight
Your voice clustered into have-to-do&rsqu..
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![Alive](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/731d846fcb37e312820a60ccfc0523aa.jpg) |
It was as if to be alive, to be in love. freed by imperfection; to be beside her, silently aware of our course and by this, the world as well as I...
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![The Only Way](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/f48aa184b8c351a779487339f2b10c68.jpg) |
Yes, he was American made. Drawing in and thinking back with a comeback Elvis idol parked across his lap, Milwaukee’s Best and..
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![Scattered](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/b986a09d1fbc1585cd54fafbd28dd539.jpg) |
I rode these nights out as a giftMaybe to life’s tiny hands,Maybe to its helix cindersRising in shock and afterlifeTo emptines..
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