Mid-Fall Upon a Deathly Shoreline
I drove until the morning light greeted my rearview, drawing fractures of my heart from beneath the night where the truth left shards of...
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Blog by Lavinia Thompson
Broken Flashbacks
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Lavinia Thompson
Mar 30, 2019
The Filter
It is the shade in which lovers see. A filter of that specific hue from their first summer sunset together lingers in their eyes; through...
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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
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
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
Jun 25, 2018
Broken by Time
She dreams of lilacs in the rain. Something about old country songs and a June downpour brings out the nostalgia. She says: “Love is...
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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
Feb 20, 2018
Pages Keep Turning
Pages keep turning. Every light of a cigarette. Every drop of vodka at the bottom of a glass. Slipping over ice precariously yet...
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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
Nov 9, 2017
Free the Butterfly
They call it “butterflies” when you fall in love for a reason. When it all ends, it is what gets released into the world to move on. Like...
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Lavinia Thompson
Sep 19, 2017
Pieces of Me, Repaired
Sometimes the pieces fall into place in a moment so minuscule, it passes right by. For me, it was a night so clear, the stars were...
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