C. M. Norwood

Joined June 2021

10 stories

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Time jumper—weaver

of words and worlds, an artist

-that’s visual too.

~CMN

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Everybody Wants
Everybody Wants Scary present, with unsettling circumstances Tears for Fears warned us. ~CMN
By C. M. Norwood about 2 hours ago in Poets
Big Trouble in Little Laos
Echoes from the past, Haunt the stillness of green hills War’s shadows linger.
By C. M. Norwood about 13 hours ago in Poets
Anchor
Anchor Navigating life, You are my steadfast anchor, Calm seas all around. ~CMN
By C. M. Norwood about 23 hours ago in Poets
Tasting Time
Tasting Time I sit in a room  and play Billie Holiday,  Dean Martin,  and Connect Four — all alone. In my room, on the couch,
By C. M. Norwood a day ago in Poets
Roxbury
Some know what love is, they say it’s in the eyes. They see it in a gaze or pen an epic tale. Some say it’s in the kiss of one so true.
By C. M. Norwood 3 years ago in Poets
S.O.S.
S.O.S. : Buried Icons Is denial that mental state that borders on confusion, insanity & all those states in between ??? I don’t know if that’s correct BUT… it’s what I’ve heard & seen.
By C. M. Norwood 3 years ago in Poets
Dear Loneliness
Dear Loneliness, You feel so heavy on me, Like my weighted blanket Around my neck at night, After I get out of the shower.
By C. M. Norwood 3 years ago in Poets
Revelation
New gods replace the old. No one remembers their names anymore. Never revealing themselves until they’re told— divine amnesia.
By C. M. Norwood 3 years ago in Poets
The Barn
“The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion." ~ Albert Einstein Dr Bey: Okay, tell me what you see in this recovered memory??
By C. M. Norwood 5 years ago in Fiction
The Graft
The Graft A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us
By C. M. Norwood 5 years ago in Fiction

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Everybody Wants

Big Trouble in Little Laos

Anchor

Tasting Time

Roxbury

S.O.S.

Dear Loneliness

Revelation

The Barn

The Graft

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