An Angry Man

An Angry Man   Words & Photographer - Ruth Ann Cutler   2017   Beneath the threat of a coming storm to be, I met an angry man upon my path. Sweating of rabid hate, and villianousness distaste. Looming over me with weapon in hand, he swelled like a hot red air balloon as he angrily... Continue Reading →

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Criminal

Criminal:   Ricocheting around the violent, spinning hands of time. Recoiling the wished upon stars, tears and snow, falling like copper casings.   Echoing whitewashed reminisce, of the ravaged, passages of herstory. Rocketing through bloodstained boulevards, in a flighted Bird, targeting glory, on overheated, Michigan treads.   Spinning through the seasons, with the spinning lead... Continue Reading →

A Never-Ending Need

In graceful shattered, liquid greyness. In flowing capturers, of brief, Heavenly reveal. Weary pools, of calamitous blacken silk. Hidden beneath ageless anguished, sorrows and silvery shrouded silence. Cloaked distinguishably in top and tails. Mirrored in shades of night-fallen obscurities. Breathtakingly coupled beside twin anxious mares. Drawn for a sinister, jewel box coach.   Beholding the... Continue Reading →

A Serial Lament

A Serial Lament. Oh Johnny, oh Johnny. My dear sweet boy child. Forget sleeping tight under, the silvery moonlight. Try with Biblical strength and might. The thirteenth day has stirred the creatures, with promised evil delights for this cold, Friday evenings treat. Green, red, yellow and purples, in ghastly crimson, shaded hues. Monsters, trolls, spellcasters... Continue Reading →

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 →

Stardust

Stardust By Ruth A. Cutler 2016 Within the soft whispers, hidden within the soft kisses of an evening breeze, the cherubs played. Raining down loving lullabies on silvery beams. With tender fingers upon framed golden strings. I am carried towards deeper fields of dreams, as soft night falls. Silvery light fades to golden beams, as... 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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