you & I talk, don’t
talk, secrets held like fire in
our hands, burning to
our souls, red-hot scars searing
deep
into our memories
Lorraine Caputo
Cradled Moon.
Fossombrone, Italy. Photo credits: Oana Maria Cercel.
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Wednesday, December 4, 2024
Wednesday, March 20, 2024
Lorraine Caputo
Of what are people
dreaming
that moment they die
in the throes of sleep?
Lorraine Caputo
Sunday, November 19, 2023
Lorraine Caputo
Night falls deeper
clouds weave over secret rivers
veins
of our lives
Lorraine Caputo
Friday, June 2, 2023
Lorraine Caputo
Spirits entangled
in the cobwebs of tortured
memories – my
past
Lorraine Caputo
*
A
thousand shards of
Art Deco lamp glass scattered
across
the dusk sky
Lorraine Caputo
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