Tag: short form writing
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January 13, 2007 04:38 PM EST --
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August 22, 2006 09:15 AM EDT --
(Originally Published in The Providence Sunday Journal 4/27/97)
I once had an English teacher, a soft spoken lady, who in a one-on one dead-serious heart-to-heart talk warned me to avoid cliches like . . .
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October 08, 2006 01:35 PM EDT --
Lord,
Savior,
Almighty,
Abba Father,
every day I come
awake in joy, knowing
You love me, and I love You.
You are everything to me, Lord.
You blew breath into my being, Lord.
Every . . .
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December 11, 2006 03:06 PM EST --
Bitter-almond mornings
spew poison
People crush my spirit
Fragmented woman
clawing her eyes out
So when they ask me
why I never
leave this room, I tell
them nothing. . .
shut the door . . .
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December 28, 2006 06:22 PM EST --
How black lies the land in evening,
darkness bleeding into the soil
as sun ebbs, painting the trees with
with ebon brush, as shadows coil
Day has not left the sky, but is
taking the light . . .
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March 03, 2007 05:01 PM EST --
Edward sat at the dinner table wondering how to present this to Marian.
Time was of the essence for he knew that she would be home soon
And she would know by the look on his face that . . .
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September 13, 2006 01:51 PM EDT --
Smell of smoke and gunpowder filled the air. There were explosions all around the tower. Tom sounded the alarm and began returning fire, trying in vain to stop the screams of his fellow soldiers reaching . . .
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October 10, 2006 01:20 PM EDT --
Wee cottage in the heather
with wood smoke curling high.
Aroma of baking cookies meets
all those who happen to pass by.
Gleaming windows catch the sun,
curtains are flags in the breeze.
clothesline . . .
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October 10, 2006 02:27 PM EDT --
morning
snuck away
without stopping
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December 14, 2006 02:45 PM EST --
Enchanted night draped with fresh snow
‘neath winter moon of milk that pours
silky webs, beauty to bestow,
like sparkling sand on foreign shores.
Like hooded druids stand the trees
marking . . .
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December 18, 2006 12:12 PM EST --
Being kind to her
hurts the throat.
Her self-hate is so solid,
it will not soften,
even at praise well meant.
She dares you to
convince her.
In the end you hate her
for her insistence
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December 19, 2006 12:24 PM EST --
How is it that age
does not drape itself
around me until I spy
myself in a looking glass?
Do I carry those years,
or do they carry me?
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January 03, 2007 10:10 PM EST --
Savage silken whispers
laving lies like butter on toast
Real?
My imagination?
Whispers that tickle my ear
with their suppositions
and manifestations
They hate me
Drive me
Connive
Thrive
Survive . . .
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December 18, 2006 06:05 AM EST --
Winter kissed the dark
with albino lips last night,
leaving crystal prints
Dawn, a feeble attempt of
muddy light, flickers and fades
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January 11, 2007 08:39 PM EST --
TROPHY
Samson had awakened, trembling with fear from a nightmare that had been so vivid. As his eyes moved around the room, he began to wonder whether he was awake or still sleeping, . . .
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October 08, 2006 01:21 PM EDT --
I decided to invent another Wolfie form - the Wolfie2.
This form is 3 lines of 3 syllables, 5 syllables, 5 syllables.
Wolfie2s are less formal and may be about people
Eyes closed tight, . . .
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August 20, 2006 12:12 PM EDT --
Joy in escaping death fueled my recovery. I returned to work as soon as I could walk without too much pain. There were some side benefits. I'd lost a considerable amount of weight and enjoyed being . . .
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December 15, 2006 10:10 AM EST --
“I have dilly-dallied long enough. Now I’m really going to give it to her, real bad! How could she do that to me, after all I’d done for her?” these were dark thoughts. . . .
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January 07, 2007 07:28 PM EST --
I was twelve when I first discovered my mother's box. Out of sheer naivety, I inquired as to it's contents. Chuckling ever so slightly, my mother had slid open the lock, gazing fondly upon her . . .
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January 13, 2007 10:02 AM EST --
TROPHY
Samson had awakened, trembling with fear from a nightmare that had been so vivid. As his eyes moved around the room, he began to wonder whether he was awake or still sleeping, . . .
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