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Tarah Walsh
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So I tossed and turned and scribbled by the lamplight.

“Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense!”

Ah, the writer’s plight.

#absurdgirl #writersblock #poem
August 23, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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Ah got it. Thank you
August 18, 2025 at 9:27 PM
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SEVEN
It’s going to rain tonight oh yes, it is. Yes it is. I just said that I know but you said it’s so well did I? I hadn’t noticed well if you insist yes I insist you have such magic with words it captivates the mind really oh yes yes then what was I saying before something about rain? I believe right the rain it’s going to rain tonight clearly there’s so many clouds out there. Heavy with rain no doubt too much rain. Can there be too much rain? Well, I think so. what about flooding? We don’t want that no no certainly not flooding bad for the hydrangeas and the petunias. Don’t forget them the petunias I always seem to forget them. Yes but it’s OK. They don’t mind. No they’re kind little flower aren’t they truly the kindnesssay remind me to call my sister and tell her it’s going to rain already done, dear
August 18, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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SIX
It’s going to rain tonight. He said I knew he meant it. He never said anything out of place and tonight well tonight we were here to make meaning of the mess we created the mess he now needed to fix. It wasn’t my fault, but I knew I was going to carry the blame he stepped away from the window and into the light his face was lined, but not old. It was kind of face that carried on hundreds of conversations and devised hundreds of scenarios before ever speaking a word it was a kind of face that hunted most of my waking hours. He was a man who moved countries and made fortunes that’s why I and everyone else stuck with him, we endured the pendants that came with his trust. Once you were in his club you were in that didn’t mean it was easy though, and that you were part of his orbit and his loyalty didn’t come free. I sealed myself as gaze found mine I would pay any price
August 18, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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FIVE
It’s going to rain tonight. The cloud said to the sun winking a bell before nourishing off to their next step the sunny day smiled down on me and warned me about the rain before it arrived and heard it from the clouds above and wanted me to know, I think to kindly and carried on my way content in knowing a well as well spent day was coming to a close
August 18, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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FOUR
It’s going to rain. I whispered to the moon a soft clouds began creeping the edges of night. I can always feel it. I let myself sit in the moment a solitary belonging the shadows crept up the wall, and they slowly returned to myself I could finally breathe days were chaos schedules, and dinner, snacktime and soccer balls but night the moon rises high. The old house grows companion, and I am simply me, shutting the faces of mothering one by one in the glimmer of night. Where does time go when you’re not watching it I think deeper into me winding memories around my finger like well threads and dreamed of futures lost, and yet to be.
August 18, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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THREE
It’s going to rain tonight George mudded under his breath just great. He been out here six hours and had nothing to show for it. He was supposed to be proving a point to his brother, and now he was going to get rained on typical he shifted in the blind and the wood grown in response. If there were any deer out here, they better show their white tails. Now he wasn’t coming back to the cabin, soaked to the skin without a buck to show for it. His brothers were always running their mouths, and even after all these years, George took the bait, his body ache, his ass edged, and for the love of God why didn’t he pack more food Just as he was thinking about the turkey gravy his brothers were probably enjoying without him. He heard the leaves Russell. He held his breath and watched to do poker head into the clearing while it’s notebook George thought as he raised a shotgun, but it’ll have to do.
August 18, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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TWO
It’s going to rain tonight I said, pulling my coat closer. The wind cracked through the trees and I knew I was going to be late. The sky grew darker and my heart thought it did in response. He won’t be mad. I told myself it’s better to do it now get it over with before he found out from someone else. My father‘s face flooded my mind, chiseled coldness, hard brow, dead eyes who was it that said eyes were the window to the soul. That was true. My father had the soul of a shark remorseless hunger, the wind gust it again I shutter people rush past me on the street, hurrying home before the storm. If only I could join them, I swear my shoulders my safe Harbour lay on the far side of the storm the only way forward was through. I pulled the door open, arranged my face and welcomed to my fate. Hello Dad.
August 18, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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Is this the right link? Where does it say that? I distrust Substack as well…but I could find the source of this?
August 18, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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Thank you ✨
July 29, 2025 at 11:46 AM