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Middle of the Night
a year ago
In the middle of the night
I take long walks
Down dark alleys
Wearing nothing but black
To match the shadows
Passing through me
© Lon Casler Bixby 2017
The Gift
a year ago
Why should he smile
The boy
He is poverty
With broom in hand
He feels no pain
No anger
And no fear of the unknown
He dreams of places beyond the stars
And bears a gift that no one knows
He lies at nig...
Squirrelendipity
a year ago
I was on a photo expedition in Morrow Bay, California shooting the typical tourist-type photos that everyone who visits the area shoots.
After getting a few nice shots, I decided to stroll over to the...
Rings of Children
a year ago
ARMS LOCKED IN FRIENDSHIP
RINGS OF CHILDREN
DANCE ROUND IN CIRCLES
ONE LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS
THE RING CLOSES IN TO MEND THE BREAK
THE ONE WHO FELL REGAINS HIS STATURE
BUT IT’S SILENCE TO THEIR E...
I Kiss My Daddy Goodnight
a year ago
I hold his hand and squeeze it tight
Tell him everything’s gonna be alright
I tuck him in bed, snug and tight
Leave on the hallway light
I kiss my daddy goodnight
I see the love in his old gentle eyes...
The Smiling Mask
a year ago
I wear a smiling mask
Covering the darkness of depression
The mask presents me, not how I am
But how others perceive me to be
They don’t look past the plastic façade
They don’t want to see what lies w...