Posted by Brad Osborne on September 14, 2020 · 27 Comments
This giver of life,
Now burns it away,
Oh, the love of night,
On hottest of days…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on March 18, 2020 · 10 Comments
Here the dark hangs like ancient tapestries,
The dank rot of old woven wishes,
Fill nostrils with a stench of onyx air.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on March 12, 2020 · 16 Comments
Fifty-two tons, one of the unsinkable ones,
The proud flag ship of the White Star Line…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 9, 2020 · 19 Comments
The smoke hangs like haunted haze Though the fire has been out for days These lingering and languishing fears Astringent to eyes filled with tears Our little flame burning so bright Has ceased her gift of flickering light Being left without her contagious spark We live in a world a little more … Continue reading →
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Posted by Brad Osborne on November 17, 2019 · 23 Comments
So, this one is for another writer whose words I find to be such an honest and genuine representation of who she is. Her writing is sensual, powerful, and captivating while being delivered in a luxurious display of word play, lyrical flow, and tapped emotions.
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 29, 2019 · 4 Comments
Wooden fingers snap syncopated beats,
As sparks waft into the air like fireflies
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