Abbey Row

I miss Abbey Street! If I cannot be there, I love to reminisce with time spent here. Enjoy an oldie, but goodie. I love my friend tribe.

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By Sarah E

01.10.24

Kissing summertime—catch a

memory like a game of

basketball.  Time  twiddles

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control & delete.

The sky draws celestial

desire & time holds you like a

Black dress on a velvet

hanger. Catch & release—

control & delete.

I wish I could format the writing to single space-Gah–technolofy 😉

A quick write from my morning walk today with my pup. There was a beautiful rain last night and the wind showed me the aftermath from that thunderstorm this morning. An everlasting reminder to the reader is a fresh write and due for many edits. Thanks for visiting my site today.

Gunmen in schools is a moral issue that policy makers can fix. Damn!

Pick your Prose…:/

The ink drought, but the flip, when creativity flows it runneths over.

Again, this entry highlights fresh writes and experimenting with prose. It was a fun exercise…!

Close your eyes, use your senses, now paint your poetry… 🙂

The original poem was written by a young Italian woman, age 18 who lost her life too soon. It was a beautiful honor to reimage this poem and work with my dear friend, Caterina on the translation. Please read if you are able and enjoy.

I am. One sentence. One breath in, I. One breath out, am. Add on if you need. It is a great way to start your day. I am love.

Lean back to the late 1900’s.–Girl scout camp tri-city area in Michigan. Girl Scouts meant to make a sitting mat with a creature name. Young S only wanted to be panda but she had to be a cricket.

Essentially, The Cricket is a survival story, not from Girl Scout camp, but the pounding footsteps upon us. As always, this was a fresh write and needs years of editing. I hope you enjoy.

Cricket’s going to cricket….! 🙂

You are the G.O.A.T.

Not me, mostly you…