In the slam of the door, I realize the mess was never just on the table...
Keys lost in the pile
drawer shuts on folded mail
door slams too quickly
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Lori A. A.
Writer, Teacher exploring identity, human behavior, and life between cultures.
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The Forsyth House Fire
Since 1851, Forsyth House has stood on the corner of Union Street and Gordon Street in the heart of Glasgow. Its iconic, or was... because on Sunday 8th of March, 2026, a fire broke out in a small, seemingly un-named shop in the building and tore all that history down. As I write, the rubble is still unsettled and the street is still blocked off. Central Station is quiet on the upper level, and around 30 small businesses have quite literally gone up in smoke.
By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in The Swamp
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I relate to rushing and missing a thing or two. Yesterday it was my mailings.💜🩵💜
I experience these morning rushes
Beautiful!♥️🙂🙏
Rushed mornings can be rather hectic!
Been there! Hate running late. Great haiku :)