Nameless people in a house on stilts without an address The lake turns red A shadow is murdered Flowing waters the only witness waters change, time flows snow unfreezes to merge with emptiness Someone calls as oars cut through tales unheard A boatman sings voiceless anonymous… A spy’s life- fictitious infamous much maligned patriotic, self-effacing -always dangerous…
Tales Unheard

Excellent! You aced it!
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Thanks so much!
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red tide hill
they flee there still
wade in shit
and spit on the clover!
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Thrilling and dramatic, well done, Reena.
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Thank you, Mason!
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Love this, Reena! A real thriller 🙂
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Thanks a ton! 😊
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Mystery in a poem Reena! Great writing. Thanks for joining in
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Wow! Love your take on this, Reena.
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Thanks a ton, Maria!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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