I wish I was high.
Rising on the horizon
Beckoning me on.
Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.
I love to write. Check me out in the many places where I pop up:
Medium
My blog
Reedsy
Linkedin
Goodreads
X
Facebook
Beware of imitators.
How does it work?
This is beautiful, Rachel. Well done.
More stories from Rachel Deeming and writers in Poets and other communities.
Pyramidal point, Fringed by fir, patrolled by fur, Beauty unsurpassed.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Poets
sit in the doorway peach trees foretelling their bloom last year’s jam on toast * I wait for the peach trees to bloom. The buds are swelled and fuzzy, a soft pale green.
By Natalie Wilkinson6 days ago in Poets
bombs dropping on schools gas prices climbing fumes drifting through hoods
By Tina D. Lopez6 days ago in Poets
898 Myriad Circle Unit #2 Pteetneet City 08647 “They aren’t numbered, which one is unit 2?” “Well, my dear Bird, I assume it must be that one in the middle,” said Cosmo.
By Amos Glade2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This is beautiful, Rachel. Well done.