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Lavinia Thompson
Apr 16, 2019
Seldom
It was the night I set my heart down before you, in all it’s eloquent fragments; the night you stomped them to shards, saying it no...
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Lavinia Thompson
Mar 8, 2019
Musings: This is my Meadow
Sometimes I'm living my life in a rearview mirror. There are so many moments here and now I should be living for. Soaking in. Because...
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Lavinia Thompson
Feb 11, 2019
Onward and Upward
My First Writing Conference In the midst of my “Edge of Glory 1” edits, I am surrounded by my binder, three notebooks, three pages (and...
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Lavinia Thompson
Feb 8, 2019
New poem ~ Patchwork Wings
You stuck a pin through a butterfly, yet promised she deserved the best, a slight stroke along her delicate wings of velvet, she was...
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Lavinia Thompson
Dec 30, 2018
New poem ~ Montage
You couldn’t give me shelter when a hurricane crumbled in with gusts irate enough to send solid bones trembling. Yet stoic you stood...
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Lavinia Thompson
Oct 22, 2018
Preptober Catch up
Preptober Day 18 – Shelf Neighbours I honestly have no idea where in a bookstore “Edge of Glory” would live other than the fiction...
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Lavinia Thompson
Oct 17, 2018
#Preptober Days 15 and 16
For the sake of staying caught up, I'm combining these two days - Cast Your Villain(s) and Cast Your Seconds. I'm thrilled to introduce...
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Lavinia Thompson
Oct 16, 2018
More #Preptober!
Day 14 Week Two Check-in Week two finds me playing a lot of catch up once again. Weekends seem to steal my writing time. I’m about...
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Lavinia Thompson
Aug 10, 2018
Enraptured in Simplicity
He is gentle. There are no sharp words grazing over veins, no daggers from the roof of his mouth to beat me down. There are only pieces...
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Lavinia Thompson
Aug 6, 2018
"Edge of Glory" now online
Okay, everyone. A quick note. I am embarking on a new writing adventure, revolving around my novel series "Edge of Glory". If any of you...
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Lavinia Thompson
Aug 1, 2018
Hearts Afire
Dive bar nights, neon lights, cigarette smoke, maybe a toke of something a little strong. Dance in the parking lot to an old song, this...
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Lavinia Thompson
Jul 31, 2018
Blood Moon in my Rearview
A long way from the truth is where you stranded me, like snake skin left in dirt, bitter words from fatal fangs. Thought your poison...
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Lavinia Thompson
Apr 18, 2018
New poem ~ Calm of a Star
A lone star over a train yard at midnight, guiding home a runaway heart. Your cigarettes still linger leftover in the ashtray; blue eyes...
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Lavinia Thompson
Mar 19, 2018
New poem ~ Shelter
Adoration of you renders me terrified. I don’t know how you see so deeply, so sharply, these fragments, this patchwork. Me and my smart...
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Lavinia Thompson
Dec 28, 2017
Musings ~ Love Engrained
I found myself staring into something terrifying today. At the bottom of the barrel. Scraping the fragments of my dating pool on a free...
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Lavinia Thompson
Dec 27, 2017
Poem ~ Ashes
Two shattered goodbyes later where the word was never really said. Piles of boxes by the door, a strong drink and a cigarette, A yearning...
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Lavinia Thompson
Dec 21, 2017
Poem ~ Wanderlust
I want to run until wildflowers meet the horizon, a mere silhouette, shaking hands, terrified of starting over out where gypsies roam,...
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Lavinia Thompson
Dec 16, 2017
Empty Speed
Outrunning memories, barreling down back roads, past Alberta fields barren. Speed; adrenaline; hammer down. Something endless ahead,...
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Lavinia Thompson
Nov 26, 2017
Weekend poetry ~ Lotus
I am not broken. Rejection doesn’t make me unlovable. I am done living for a dream. It’s time to love me. I am a fucking lotus flower,...
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Lavinia Thompson
Nov 16, 2017
The Crumbling Pillar
Some things are simply meant to be. That doesn’t make it any easier to endure and let go. Some days are too long and some nights are too...
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