Year: 2018

A Tide Barely Felt

A Tide Barely Felt

The Tide Barely Felt   Time, the tide barely felt, Sweeps us Away.   Its low waves rush across the shore And withdraw, The clicking sounds of tiny rocks colliding, Raking over their fellows, And With each arrival, each delivery, each departure Less force, less vigor, less wash.   Random faces float top shallow pools, […]

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Porcelain

Porcelain

Porcelain A short story by Phil Cline   She climbed up on his lap, snuggling her little bottom right down on him, her arms around his neck, giggling “my big, big man, my big sweetie O.”   Sonisay is happy today.  A little flushed.  Happy and indulgent.  Again. Free with her kisses, her snuggles, her shy […]

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