Algernon Locke

Joined June 2022

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Amateur writer powered by cheese and unholy spite. I like writing fiction. What kinds? All kinds! Poetry, stories, songs. I'm still finding my place in the literary world. With reader critiques and feedback, I hope to learn and grow.

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The Medical Examiner's Report
Patient Name: Abigale Maze Bennington DOB: April 4th, 2020 Sex: F Race: W Date of Hospital Admission: May 15th, 2023 Time: 12:34 AM
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Voyager's Deathbed
The air is vibrant with sea-salty promise. The cliffside is flowered and lush. In a saltbox house, the voyager waits, bound to bed like a bird robbed of flight.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Fiction
To Whom Intended,
To Whom Intended, Do not dwell on me. You will only waste your strength. For I have evolved to a state that cannot be contained.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
The Written Word
When my body's dead, My soul will live for ages, In what I've written.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
Permanence
Don't fear the end, love. The marks we left will burn bright, Long after we're gone.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
Golden Haloes
Death can't ever take, The son I hold near my heart. In his gold halo.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
Wet Concrete
I'd have never guessed. Our names written in concrete, Became our gravestone.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
Darling, 1947
Darling, do not move. We'll eternize this moment. Smiling forever.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
The Living Capsule
My mother's moved on. But I see her everyday, In my daughter's eyes.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
Brokewater Bay
Hide the signs and swallow the brine; secrets they’re sure to stay. "Outside the family, don’t tell a soul, Of the curse of Brokewater Bay."
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
Old Roots, New Growth
From old roots, new growth. Anchored in mother-earth’s soil, Kept safe and well fed. ~ Now comes the storm clouds.
By Algernon Lockeabout a year ago in Poets
Shallows
If I only could, Swim in your eyes' blue shallows, To cleanse my worn soul.
By Algernon Locke2 years ago in Poets

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Algernon Locke

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The Medical Examiner's Report

The Voyager's Deathbed

To Whom Intended,

The Written Word

Permanence

Golden Haloes

Wet Concrete

Darling, 1947

The Living Capsule

Brokewater Bay

Old Roots, New Growth

Shallows

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