LB

Joined June 2021

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Poet and short story writer from the UK, living in Napoli.

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LB xo

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Top Story - July 2023
Buck Moon MusingsTop Story - July 2023
As I am sure some of my fellow selenophiles know, tonight marks the first night of the Buck Moon. She gets her name from coinciding with the time of year that bucks are in full growth mode, shedding their antlers to make way for more impressive ones.
By LB10 months ago in Beat
The Punishment of Lust
The breath of the sun as it rises doesn’t warm me, but it is a welcome change to the daggers of the night. The sharp winds don’t feel so bad when you can hear the birds’ quivering tweets too.
By LB10 months ago in Art
Blossoms of Life
Lessons in life come from places, people, patience... just to name a few. As a creative who finds inspiration in books and solitude, music has been a large part of these life lessons.
By LB11 months ago in Beat
Safe word
“Cover your eyes,” she said blindfolding me with her silk scarf, “it tastes sweeter that way.” The honey-tongued stranger offered me her dragonfruit.
By LB11 months ago in Fiction
i miss u.
My hands still move in ways that Dampen your eyes and feeds your soul. ~ My mouth tastes the lingering flavours Left behind from the spices of your words.
By LB12 months ago in Poets
A Change of Perspective
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing shy. When I first moved here, the evening sunset used to fill me full of inspiration. I would sit along the rocks beside Castel Dell'Ovo and fill my notebook with fanciful tales and witty prose.
By LBabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tides of Time
. Now Time's ebbs and flows, . Dance on the shore of my toes, . Please. I'm not ready. . . . LB xo
By LBabout a year ago in Poets
Bin the Damn Flowers.
We’ve all been there. We receive the most beautiful flower arrangement that ever existed, become so enamoured with their beauty that when they start to die, we cant let go of what they used to be…
By LB2 years ago in Poets
Attestation
Her green eyes landed on my gaze, They have such a natural curiosity, Like the world is her playground, To cavort and explore as she pleased.
By LB2 years ago in Poets
Confounded?
How could this be, A jovial balloon like me, Floats next to you, One perpetually blue, . Yet I feel like the flop? . What you won’t know,
By LB2 years ago in Poets
Still Home.
What if you’re not broken, . They just left you vulnerable and open, . The old you exists as an intact shell, . And if you stepped back in,
By LB2 years ago in Poets
The Lady of the Chateau
Surrounded by vibrant flower gardens, showcasing the pastel purple of lavender, and bursting with rainbowed bushels of Alstroemeria, dotted with the sparkling windows of hot houses containing lilies and full-bodied roses… stands the Grand Chateau of Avolier.
By LB2 years ago in Fiction