Donna Quesinberry, USA Bio: Technical writer, consultant and literary professional, raising five children. Managing a household filled with three black cats, one grey kitten, a chinchilla, and rabbit. After earning a Dual Batchelor of Science Degree in Business Administration and Computer Science. A Certificate of International Affairs (focussing on Eastern Europe and the Middle East). Numerous Computer Science Certifications, a Certificate of Court and Conference Reporting, over 500 Hrs of Theological Study, and a Quarter of my MBA. I am now working toward a masters Degree in Spiritualism. Poetry provides a repose I gain in no other pursuit.

Jon's Faire Twine and cord grappled with it all day walked the dog remembered- mothers reproach an echo permanently captured porch then ledge. Steaks thawed. Dual dining with singular exclamation, no appetite will go undone- he's unleashed. Focused on Sony Playstation moment of the gift. Mary's acid played an Oasis tune on repeat twenty dollars hard and worked savings to count on. Mary, mother. Calls-rings-busy. She leaves a message someone else's line handles the blame. Pledge-dusting done. Plaque reads: good son grandma rests next door. Grass blows sweet anchored with salty water oak leans close. Sony people linger view new neighbors readings names, dates, history. Warning them to go easy bringing clouds down sending their son home. Frames Ancestral photo's hang spirits sleep here whispering on this soft air their auras surround full exposures of silent memories. Those Lilliputian dressed feet reside under modern ankles now. Party dresses, pressed trousers, those ties leer from seaside cliffs Coney Island cavalcades and backyard vigils. Young man's cap laced boots, vests, and festive blouse. He stands alone. Tall in creeping snow smile never departed. Specters of lingersome impression see through afterlife veils to quiet reserves of living space not-so-white walls overwhelming art. Subtle thinness of covert separation carry the moments. Naked folly residing over bent shoulders - warped knees. Candles hued incensed native rites staking claims. Strongholds fortitudes lasting reunions then relative and blanched futures. Imbued ascendant now cherry ripened lives flushed sage housing melted minds an eternal consciousness their randomized geniuses. Touching benefactors to aid rather message the volumes obscured. Seeking generations their deliverance and hoped for re-generations. Tinged Bassinet - with verbs Puerto Rican exposes his dirt pile in brushed briars. Oh... virgin loss with fears muffled under his fleeced coat. Wrestlers pin delivered slopped mouth drippings of nippled bruises, and leaf filled crevasse. Impasse - no awards. Desert boots skated down glassy pasted hardwood to that frigid landing, being basement floored. Doped laughter remained chicken necked hideous. Belted parents, those pubic inquest sentries, raised lesions. Grade: diapered seven. Impasse - no escapes. Uncle festered his little tittied cutesy, past momma to a modern turf. Sickened stomach and stoned smiled hostage. High achiever, their cipher stealthed lordette, housing ulcerated bowels remained... road kill pretty. Impasse - no communion. All works Copyright Donna Quesinberry

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