small stones – April 10, 2016

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frostbitten fingers
an ice-nipped nose
frozen toes, chilled lips
aching cold bones

this maddening winter freeze
won’t stop my prose

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small stones – March 5, 2016

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art credit: Jester of Misery by Nonsense-Prophet

in a daze
a cold-enhanced haze
nose stuffed up
so fed up
can’t afford to be ill
bed-rest against my will
I get it, I do
the Universe’s clue
take care of me
or It will, you see

50 Word Stories: Cold

Powerful story… a reminder that only another human can make us feel this way.
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Richard M. Ankers - Author

I’ve stood in a maelstrom without complaint winter met and bested. Oceans have folded over and around my flailing form, abyssal depths cheated. Death has touched my shoulder more than once, I’ve laughed in his face. But the look you cast was cold. It bit deep, a lasting chill.

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