When the Universe Celebrates Itself

One this day, an eye blink ago, relatively,
this tiny corner of the cosmos was born.
Today, all that exists whispers, “Happy Birthday to me.”

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Written (a week late) in response to the Ink in Thirds Three Line Thursday prompt: Celebrate

Why Do I Write?

The simple truth is,
I just like the sound of bone on brick and
the feel of brain matter against barriers satisfies me.

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Written in response to Ink in Third’s Three Line Thursday Prompt: Blocked

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Tired of Wandering

Tired of wandering through fog and forest, I stop, and
swing my ax wide to satisfying thunk and thud. There,
one leg off at the knee, one left to go.

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Written in response to Ink in Third’s Three Line Thursday Prompt: Clearing

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When Wandering Within

The light will show your way, but beware,
it points not away, but back, where you belong.
To get out, search your darkness instead.

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Written in response to Ink in Thirds Three Line Thursday prompt: Anew

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Winter Dreaming

Her warmth snuggled against me, deep under covers
Scents of honey and cinnamon from wide-mouthed mugs
I sigh, sitting at work, dreaming of sweeter snow days

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Written in response to Ink in Thirds Three Line Thursday Prompt: Quiet

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Roads Less Traveled

Never envy the driver who goes smooth and far
For no fun, fright, or thrill has ever been found
In the standstill traffic of a multilane highway

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Written in response to Ink in Thirds Three Line Thursday prompt: Roads