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by Holly of House of Heart
In that hour before dawn when the stars still hold on to the velveteen sky, stealthy specters rose, pulled on layers of clothes and quietly slipped into the low lying fog. Silently father let the car roll down the driveway signalling me with a fingertip to his lips to not make a sound for fear we would wake the sleeping who might want to intrude on an adventure for two…
(continue reading: Tide Pool)
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by Holly of Heartafire
Along the sea
pink sand pulls away
from a glistening shore,
melting fondant in the
Minute ecosystems inhabit
tiny grottoes in the tide pools
of wet sand.
Some days I stroll the coast alone,
indulging realms of lovers
where there is no logic but
a crushing ache …
Continue reading: Indulging Conjecture
The Visiting Room
By Holly Rene Hunter
Released from my nightmare I follow the long corridor of doors to the landing, rattling keys lock the rooms as I pass by. A tipsy ballerina, my bare feet float above the heavy carpeting that covers the oak stairway. At the end, I find my myself embalmed in the dark parlor of the once opulent mansion . Nothing has changed, high back chairs and Toscano settees beneath dull white sheeting over-fill the room. Dusty paintings of daffodils and brocade vases of still life line the burgundy walls. Above the mahogany fireplace a portrait…
(Continue Reading: The Visiting Room – Halloween Fare)