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Love don’t live here anymore

In the midst of laughter And three drinks, thereafter She looked me dead in the eyes Before throwing her head back hysterically She took a sip and shook her head As if to say, “oh no silly girl” Before uttering the words “Love don’t live here anymore”

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That Queer Lawyer

Learned and Queer. My Life.

Specks and Fragments

home of the elusive trope

Sliver of Darkness

I'm the last words of a slain poet

Emotional Shadows

where all emotions are cared for!

Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine

A Poet's Place | Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine is Publishing Poetry Submitted by Published & Emerging Writers,

TRAVELLING THE WORLD SOLO

The ultimate guide for independent travellers seeking inspiration, advice and adventures beyond their wildest dreams

Minnesota Prairie Roots

Writing and photography by Audrey Kletscher Helbling