Tracie Skarbo
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A Change in PerspectiveA Story by Tracie Skarbo“Why can’t a woman change her mind?” Her voice was shrill and grainy, and her brown eyes darted over my appearance as though somehow.. |
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Tones of GreyA Poem by Tracie SkarboGive me graphite Smooth writing Grey tones Which scrape pages With pulsating Pleasure full Sound whispers Those best heard In the dead of .. |
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Images upon the heavens...A Poem by Tracie SkarboEach of us, by the grace of divine wisdom and enterprise, are unique perfect beings with our imperfections. We may think we are small when our image i.. |
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Tempered TranquilityA Poem by Tracie SkarboThose that touch souls Throughout dripping night-lands Of dreamscape Swathe me In iridescent indigo Lifting me up amongst Lofty wisdom Showi.. |
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Imperfectly HumanA Poem by Tracie SkarboThe ocean Caresses my skin With briny lips And coaxes Salted scales from My thighs She accepts my Velvety air filled orbs Which rise to h.. |
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Sitting with LoveA Poem by Tracie SkarboLove is a thrill that will Give and give Until it is time to take. It is in the taking moments When love gives the most, And you find ou.. |
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Learning at Home: Our First TermA Story by Tracie SkarboLearning At Home: Our First Term Well the first term is over and from the results of my son’s first report card, we seem to have adapted well.. |
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My Pulp Baby...A Story by Tracie SkarboThere was a sharp brisk knock on my front door today. I found, upon answering it, a man bearing a gift and good news. I signed my name to the package .. |
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The Brave, the Blind, and a Child's SmileA Poem by Tracie SkarboI write by candle light Drawing depths of soul upon paper Awakening excitement Considering possibilities Intelligence attracts my wandering eye .. |
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Human NatureA Story by Tracie SkarboI glanced up to see Stephanie open the door to the shop and look around. After knowing her for over ten years, I could tell by the way she was scann.. |
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