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As I Sip My Vodka. Top Story - August 2026.
As I sip my vodka and watch you tease open your mouth and slip your tongue so effortlessly down against your bottom lip, wetting the ripe painted surface. Is it scarlet or crimson or maybe even rouge? And as you put your fingers down delicately against your tongue and smear them with something delectable, is it sweet or savoury or a little both?
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
My Return
Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains as my behind hit the fabric. Fingertips poised at the edge of the world, I would write. The day was mine. 🖋️ Except, of course, for one small patch of mind always reserved for the little one. Even in absence, he stayed with me. Entering my thoughts at various times. Stopping me dead in my tracks. 🖋️ Where was I? I’d lost the words, but was ready for them to return. 🖋️ Why wasn’t this as easy as before? I would take it slow. Baby steps would become toddler steps. Soon, a child playing chasey at the park. 🖋️ Maybe a new writing nook? Something of my very own. Except, of course, for one small patch. 🖋️ I didn't know what would come next. All I knew was I was ready to return.
By Sandy Gillman3 months ago in Poets
