K. Morris's Blog, page 419
February 28, 2019
Caresses
She undresses.
Suffers caresses.
Money impresses.
A duty.
A powerful piece of writing.
The sound of stone along my blade, a song whose rhythm is kept uneven by nicks and dents often too small to be expected by the eye. I must keep it sharp, it is not for me but instead for those whom it is kept.
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February 27, 2019
While Out In The Fields Making Hay
While out in the fields making hay
I met a young lady named Fay.
By the light of the moon
We ran the egg and spoon,
And then we collapsed in the hay!
Meeting Inspiration Again – guest post by Abbie Johnson Taylor
Meeting My Inspiration Again
By Abbie Johnson Taylor
One sunny spring afternoon, I was resting in my recliner, listening to the drone of lawnmowers and whine of weed whackers as my landscapers did their weekly
chores in my yard. Suddenly, I heard a crash. It was a lawnmower colliding with a parked car in my neighbor’s driveway. I know this only because one of
the landscapers, not knowing me, came to my door, thinking it was my driveway and my car.
According to a policeman who showed up a coup...
A New, Unsullied Page
A new, unsullied page
Will be turned, as it must.
Love and lust.
Heels wear down with age.
Guest Post: The Heart of Applebutter Hill, by Donna W. Hill
[image error]My thanks to Donna W. Hill for sharing the below chapter from her novel “The Heart of Applebutter Hill”. The below content is copyright of Donna W. Hill and may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author.
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The Heart of Applebutter Hill by Donna W. Hill
Author’s Note:
Writers’ Roundtable is manditory for all refugees at the Plumkettle Learning Center. Abigail is a fourteen-year-old legally blind songwriter who uses a guide dog named Curly Connor (aka, the Fluffe...
February 26, 2019
Listening To The Rain
Yesterday evening I got into a heated (though civil) conversation with a dear friend for whom I have great affection. My friend said (in response to my defence of freedom), that “freedom” was “just a concept”. Freedom is certainly not just a “concept”. Freedom is the right to criticise the government without fear of arrest or (in extreme cases) death. It is the right to peacefully enjoy any property you may own without the constant fear that it may be confiscated without compensation or due l...
Downpour. (haiku)
Wet season arrives
with muddy hems and soft groans—
black umbrellas bloom.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Objectify
How easy it is to objectify.
To lie
In a stranger’s arms,
To enjoy her charms.
But, in the morning to hear her say
(in such a natural way),
“Can you hear the birds?”
To objectify
Is to die
Yet words
Spoken, without art
Can open
Man’s cynical heart
And cause him to see
The She
Behind the lie
Of objectify
February 25, 2019
When A Young Man Whose Name is Dave
When a young man whose name is Dave
Refused, point blank, to shave,
His very stern father
Got in a lather
And shaved that young man named Dave!
