Category Archives: Story Poems

Madame…

Posted on March 15, 2019 by

Madame understood food she enjoyed a meal prepared by loving hands hands that knew how to delicately mix flower and water blending in the butter at just the right moment caressing bits of pastry into something glorious her cafe was … Continue reading →

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Color…a story poem

Posted on March 11, 2019 by

he saw life in black and white like old photographs with deckled edges void of color shades of gray flat dull going nowhere   but when she walked into the bar he saw what he knew to be red for … Continue reading →

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Madame Dominique…

Posted on March 6, 2019 by

Madame Dominique lived in a small village just outside of Paris where she sometimes ran the tiny post office she was very good at her job but then she was very good at everything if Madame saw an exotic stamp … Continue reading →

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Madame Peony…

Posted on March 5, 2019 by

Madame Peony is a full-figure woman with charm to spare she is a woman in full bloom which is appropriate since she runs a lovely flower shop on the Rue de Violet she is also something of an artist carefully … Continue reading →

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Tango…

Posted on March 4, 2019 by

he sat in the small dark bar watching her dance the tango passion played out on an ancient wooden floor the man holding her was pressed tightly against her long lean body she was beautiful graceful and moved with confidence … Continue reading →

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Mademoiselle Lily…

Posted on March 3, 2019 by

Mademoiselle Lily polite polished and petite fresh and sunny as any daisy absolutely adored her bookshop as well as her sleek black cat Pippin but Mademoiselle had a rather naughty streak which she rarely tried to conceal or control her … Continue reading →

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Madame Margo…

Posted on March 2, 2019 by

the hotel was calm and cozy as was the shop next door both run by the beautiful Madame Margo who smoked non filtered cigarettes stuffed into a long black lacquered holder that she received from a handsome Chinese artist she … Continue reading →

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