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How do you keep the wind upon your face? Like love, it lightly kisses your cheek, and is swept away. She led me into a field covered with green, where […]
You cannot claim victory on the ghost of a child
You cannot gain God’s blessings through acts so vile
Kara Kilgore KARA KILGORE is at large and possibly on the lam. A graduate of Macon State College and former editor of the Fall Line Review–as well as a long-time […]
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I left bruises on her heart – not memories, but empty spaces.Soon there will be no evidence our love ever existed. Her…
That I could walk in peace, though past sins grieved, Or look upon the morning sun with relative ease. My path is writ in time sharpened stones, and I cannot […]
We had often walked upon warmer, infinite sands
Pressing our bare heels into the foaming wetness.
But one set of footprints are swept away too quickly
Swallowed by the receding tides of love.
But I do know that there is no single
“Should have done” or “could have done”
Or “did” or “didn’t do”
That would have changed that why.
All that love could do was left undone.