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Dark Target
a short story A woman is on the hunt for a werewolf. Dark Targetby Jeremy C Kester Clouds covered the moon, masking most of the light that would have been available to see. And she needed to see. She knew it was there, waiting for her, stalking her. Wounds already covered her flesh from the…
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Old Habits
a poem Smoke and decay fills the airLeaves crunch beneath footfallI embrace the chilling windSnow closer than afarAs the sun sets earlierChased by cold and restMaybe it is a good timeTo let things dieOld habits and bad routinesThe pieces of me I don’t wantRake them up with leavesBurn themBag them up and waste themI am…
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Boredom Call
a poem Let the boredom comeAllow it to seep inAbsorb my being into itSitting in the moment calmUnknowing of time or motiveTo simply be withinMy mind to face itselfWhat it is so desperately hidingMy own shortcomingsThings I wish not to beDone without thoughtReactions of a restless brainCan I calm it in this secondNot reaching for…
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Time
a poem A simple leafThe first I noticedYellow and fallingThough time seems farAutumn must beginAnd on my knee I find itWaiting as I amTime is passingSeasons changingYears slipping byAnd what am I waiting for? Photo and words copyright © 2026 by Jeremy C Kester – all rights reserved.Note: this is also cross-posted to Poetically Unlicensed…
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Taking Notice
a poem Still air surrounds the morningAs the smell of coffee greets meWatching dark clouds nearA strange twilight of early morningWelcoming storms and rainMother Nature playing her partI watch it here, patientThey do little to stop lifeMuch less even give it pauseToo many distractionsWho can even see the oddnessThe way the early sun risesAgainst dark…
Jeremy C Kester
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