Still Here
So my writing account remains unchanged despite the dramatics of my photography account ([link]). So; writtenlynn is still here.Some of my favorites (in no particular order) go check em out:
Listening to: The Eagles - Desperado
~writtenlynn
is just plain tiredNewest
Alone at NightShe kept the grocery lists of a time when there was more than just a her and a him going shopping alone at nightAlone at Night
At a 24-hour store where the floors looked greasy but were only dirty and stained between the aisles from muddy shoes and dropped goods
rotting tomatoes sat beside the bruised strawberries and they all smelled sweet to them
back then when there was more between them than just a she and a he alone at night
by ~writtenlynn
Snow BirdsCat sleeps, curled tightly against the cold, in my lap, purring between naps.Snow Birds
With a jump, is disturbed by the mid-day wind, From couch, to tv, to air conditioner (rushes to a place where she can see) peers through the blinds.
Leaves blow past the window, scatter down the sidewalk, Fall takes a turn at the light on the corner, heading for the highway. Hitch-hiking south for the winter.
I call cat to return to me, it has just grown colder.
by ~writtenlynn
Too StillEmily sits across from her watching the little woman's shaking hands as they pour tea hearing the words of her father, “You need visit her there isn't much doubt.” “She doesn't have much time left.”Too Still
Emily makes small talk, looks casual, pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, thinks about her cat as she searches for a subject anything, anything at all.
The old woman breaks the silence, “And what lucky man has married you?”
“Oh,” Emily says, “none.”
“Oh,” the old woman says.
“How long were you married?” &
by ~writtenlynn
Courage to RunStick legged little girls, my sister and I, peering through dusty barn rafters. On our bellies, sweaty, summer-baked skin, sticking when our legs touched, beneath the dresses, mama made for us.Courage to Run
Mama cries out, like we can't hear her. She doesn't know we're here. Why doesn't she fight? Shhhh Papa won't see us. Hide. Papa in all his rage and mama who never seemed to learn how to run.
Brother is here, his movement throwing up the dust in little girl faces. His strange leering, p
by ~writtenlynn
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- Favourite cartoon character: Garfield
- Personal Quote: "The truth of the written word is that powerful imagery has never been created by adverbs."
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