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Vapor~ by Ron Reed

Vapor~ by Ron Reed

Oh, the bilious progression of moral purpose a subjective expression toward enlightenment each morning portends new chance to sort convoluted dreams and desire, to avert… Read More
 
A Love Before, Lost and Again by Ron Reed

A Love Before, Lost and Again

by Ron Reed

here is something new afoot it has wings a delicate bubble, translucent and elusive a seductive vision as an obsessive dream a glowing inspiration afloat… Read More
 
WS 4 Vapor~ by Ron Reed

Vapor~ by Ron Reed

Oh, the bilious progression of moral purpose a subjective expression toward enlightenment each morning portends new chance to sort convoluted dreams and desire, to avert… Read More
 
The Outhouse~ by Ron Reed

The Outhouse

by Ron Reed

A tool an evil necessity the place you go… because you have to go. The Sears catalog was a device as much as a requirement… Read More
 
Opening Doors~ by Ron Reed

Opening Doors

by Ron Reed

I was a brash boy full of vinegar and self-assured brave when cloistered in safety I had a chain of keys hanging from my belt… Read More
 
There Was A Time~ by Ron Reed

There Was A Time

by Ron Reed

There was a time when sweeping the autumn blanket into piles while breathing crisp air was enough the assurance of normal and tomorrow ending with… Read More
 
Well Spent Time by Ron Reed

Well Spent Time

by Ron Reed

To see a flower to touch, smell and be part of it to memorize the experience and recall it another time is a moment well… Read More
 
Hollow Stripe – A Memorial Day Tribute~ by Ron Reed

Hollow Stripe – A Memorial Day Tribute by Ron Reed

I dare not call it vapid the response to actions taken the hollow stripe of longevity serves only as a reminder that I survived more… Read More
 
The Breath Of Spring by Ron Reed

The Breath Of Spring

by Ron Reed

The long drawn moment when time takes a step back sit back and exhale a sigh closing eyes to imagine any moment but this. The… Read More
 
Reflection by Ron Reed

Reflection

by Ron Reed

I would have left here once to leave behind stories past and glance upon southern winds, a different taste to the soul. the aromatic memory… Read More