No One Noticed The Noise – Lynn White

A seeming of quiet

Brave & Reckless

She lay there still
quiet in her bones
quiet in her flesh
but her heart was drumming
loudly
and her head was screaming
louder
still
still
her bones
and flesh
were quiet.
The parts that can be seen
were quiet.

So no one noticed the noise.

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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at:Poetry – Lynn Whiteand Facebook.

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Photo by Robert G. Wertzler

SONG OF THE DAY

No Gods, No Monsters, Just The Mother of Dragons – Misky

Those who play with fire

Brave & Reckless

Is that you, Daenerys Targaryen, in a flame-red frock, and riding the air like a dragon? Is that you burning down the place? What I know of her comes from catching that final episode ofGame of Thrones. For eight years, I watched something else. Or nothing else. But I saw that last episode, and it was bloody well worth waiting eight years for. This, for me, is proof that if youplay with fire, expect things to burn. Like my neighbour who incinerated her kitchen with a blow torch. Aimed it at a meringue, and set light the net curtains. Fire brigade. Hoses. Water.Foam everywhere. Being a good friend, I invited her over for dinner that night, so she didn’t have to burn anything else. And as for those mothers of dragons, my mum had two. But that’s astory for another time.

It burns bright and loud
Fire from a person’s…

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Certain And Impossible Events – Lynn White

Alice pondered …

Brave & Reckless

Age is surely a certainty,
or so Alice had thought
after all birthdays are hardly
impossible events
arriving each year
on the same day,
as they certainly do.

But the Red Queen assured her
that certainty was unnecessary
when it came to determining age.
You are just as old as you feel
and seeing was believing anyway.

So Alice reconsidered her hypothesis.
The older one gets
the more difficult it is to know
for certain, she thought.
How can one judge the wrinkles
under make-up
or Botox.
It was impossible to be certain.

Really, she decided
as she looked through
her looking glass,
age should become one of the six
impossible things to believe
before breakfast.

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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of…

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A TOWN CALLED SOLACE – Robert G. Wertzler

Searching, searching

Brave & Reckless

As wayfaring strangers
On roads fraught with dangers
In lands seeming gone lawless
On no map could they see
No guide say where it be
A town called Solace.

But they went on with hope
With heat and cold to cope
Through hinterland and pollis
And still they found
No spot of ground
That looked like a town called Solace.

After what seemed an age
They met an ancient sage
In a lonely, but peaceful place
‘Wise one’, they said
‘Is it somewhere ahead’
This town called Solace?’

‘No town worthy that name does exist
If your care for one another you enlist
Here, in this valley flawless,
You that worthy town can build
Then will your quest be fulfilled
In a town called Solace!’

Photo by Fabrizio Conti on Unsplash

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I’m not used to making things rhyme, but I tried to follow the structure and rhyme scheme of…

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Let’s Make a Deal

Christine Ray – Undecided?

Brave & Reckless

Originally Published on Blood Into Ink

I edge further
and further
from the known
the familiar
shutting some doors firmly
behind me
with a sigh of resignation
while others
I ease quietly closed
hesitant to reawaken
my past
I look for a yellow brick road
or neon footprints
to guide my steps
but the faint sets of tracks
are colorful chaos
blurring each other’s
boundaries
into a chalky rainbow
as they criss-cross
and meander ahead
do I choose
curtain number one?
door number three?
or that unopened box
that my eyes
pretend not to see
the one that covers my back
in cold clammy sweat
while I gulp down anxiety flavored
shots of cheap rum and coke
gagging on the sticky sweetness
leaving me queasy
nerves humming
indecisive
once more

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© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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THE LIAR’S DICTIONARY – Robert G. Wertzler

Special meanings

Brave & Reckless

It must be there somewhere

That special dictionary

The one for liars

With different definitions

Definitions turned upside down

And downside up

Definitions inside out

And outside in

Definitions pretzel twisted

And some skewed just a little

All the ways to use a word

To make a strand or knot

In that tangled web

Woven to deceive

Photo by Rob Hobson on Unsplash

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Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line…

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TheFeatheredSleep – a length of mourning

Today is the only day left