Had I…

Had I…   Had I, a great husband… I would never know the world the way I do. I wouldn't have needed to look. Had I, not the husband of nightmares… I wouldn't have ever learned how to dream. Had I, a husband who never made me cry… I’d never know tears of happiness. Had... Continue Reading →

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The Seasons – Two. Love’s welcoming

The Seasons – Two.  Love’s welcoming     Frostily upon fields of jaded blades, draped in cerulean, amid a million or more brittle diamonds, glistening anew through the hazy golden morning. Garlands brushed in pastels, spring forth, through fragmented drops of white tufted fleece. Gracefully pirouetting in soft flowing Honeysuckle bliss, on feathered notes, the... Continue Reading →

The Seasons – Three. Summer’s Desire

The Seasons – Three.  Summer’s Desire   Silhouetting, frolicking shimmering emeralds, framed in multi-shaded indigo. Beside splashes and dashes of hurried, hovering specks of grayish hues, and shimmering pearls. Enchantingly romanticized everywhere in daydream reflections and far stares. Conceived, impassionately through the stinging eyes of strain and perspiration. Crashing wearily from unkempt disheveled hair following,... Continue Reading →

The Seasons – One. An Endless Time

The Season's – Finale.  A Pause in Time   Contrasted within a motionless time, the warm pine musically yields softly beneath shodden souls, with a slow tempo harmony of sighs, from this glider, agelessly oxidized. Underneath an arid eve, roughly milled with blood, sweat, and scarred callused hands. Arctic air stirs of crackling fat back,... Continue Reading →

The Mirror

The Mirror By Ruth A. Cutler 2015 Tattered, dog chewed oak legs, worn and faded, hidden in the darkest corner of this room, it's holding captive an oval frame of the same quality. The beveled, silvered glass has flaws, which delights me all the same. Under the golden haze of the single candle near my... Continue Reading →

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