Glossy blue kernels,
preparing to do their part
Gathers for a feast
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Lamar Wiggins
Creative writer in the Northeast US who loves the paranormal, mystery, true crime, horror, humor, fantasy and poetry.
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I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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very nice
I love this... I had no idea you could eat blue corn.
Beautiful imagery - thanks for sharing!!
Wow, I love that you brought blue corn into the mix! 🌽💙 You describe them like jewels and wrap up with reminding us of their importance. Lovely work!
Magnificent!!!