Tag: thirteen
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May 21, 2008 04:42 PM EDT --
A year had gone by; nothing had changed. The man still beat the woman and boy. One night was worse than the others and the woman died. The boy and the cat hid in another room.
"Stay . . . more
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September 15, 2008 06:50 PM EDT --
The image in the glass won't let me pass
But gazes back at me censoriously.
It whispers words unheard; the glass has blurred
Its sound to silent noise ingloriously.
The image has no depth . . . more
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May 06, 2008 03:25 PM EDT --
A small lad sat by a puddle. The night before, his mother's latest man had beaten them and threw the cat out the window. The boy had left the house before the man got out of bed.
The . . . more
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September 29, 2008 06:43 PM EDT --
Everything's done, the paperwork signed and prepared.
I tell him he's won, and I'm proud that he's made it; he's there.
The future's begun; in the past I'm still . . . more
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May 05, 2008 07:17 AM EDT --
"It had to be done, I had no choice! Can't you see that?" The woman in the straight-jacket paced the entire length of the room at least once a minute. . . . more
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February 14, 2008 02:31 AM EST --
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May 06, 2008 05:32 PM EDT --
A thousand bodies huddled in the entryway of Bunker 13, waiting. It seemed they held their breath as one. Valerie wondered if they all were thinking of the thirteenth planet, doomed to cross their path . . . more
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October 30, 2007 10:41 AM EDT --
On the roadway
an old quince remains
round, oozing in its sourness.
No longer the golden apple
of its heyday, it has been trampled,
its essence strained,
its seeds cracked. . . . more
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July 22, 2007 09:53 PM EDT --
It is the middle of a sunny summer day
I am running down the stairs
quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me.
We all want . . . more
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October 10, 2008 10:25 AM EDT --
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Resurrection , by Amy George
I don't remember
when you grew wings...
when they flared out
from your back
above the stab wounds
now only scars.
I just remember your . . . more
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September 09, 2008 11:27 PM EDT --
Will you wrap yourself in red?
Awaking, bleary-eyed from bed, when the news was dead and dying: Death was flying in the sky. And sad eyes cried.
Will you wrap yourself in white?
In shock . . . more
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December 09, 2007 05:39 PM EST --
It’s a perfect exercise
this cutting and chopping
onions without you.
The grief, the mad
shapes the chopping
makes it all right. . . . more
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January 17, 2008 03:30 PM EST --
Mama used to say
It smells like snow ,
and I didn't understand,
but knew that when she said it,
snow was surely coming.
Daddy would put chains on his truck,
and . . . more
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February 28, 2008 10:49 PM EST --
February's snow fell gently
praising the green verdancy
of the holly on the side of the house.
Snow did not fall with the diligent message
of the unexpected power of nature, nor did . . . more
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May 06, 2008 03:15 PM EDT --
Lore says Turtle's shell has thirteen sections representing the thirteen moons of our lunar year.
Turtle is credited with providing Earth's Children with land on which to walk, holding . . . more
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May 11, 2008 12:29 PM EDT --
Amid the sweetest smell of viburnum
and a multitude of orchids, orchids
that emerged from bark, orchids coming
to light from moist moss
I become aware of her hands. . . . more
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August 04, 2008 07:48 PM EDT --
The best china has deep red roses
painted on delicate stems. It's displayed
in the smoked-glass cabinet, proud on parade,
and the numbers have strayed from six
because . . . more
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September 04, 2008 03:24 PM EDT --
He cr ash ed the saucepan lids with wild delight
Spl ash ing the night with sound. We wondered
How did he get down there?
He f ash ioned toys from unw ash ed socks
. . . more
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December 12, 2007 07:59 PM EST --
Life
is not a Barbie doll’s house--
spotless and somewhere-over-the-rainbow-like
Life is…
leaving your Pepsi out the fridge,
that old pizza crust on a plate, on the floor
where you . . . more
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November 12, 2007 05:31 PM EST --
ALZHEIMERS
Please stop and think
Because as we get old
We don't always remember
The things we are told
We remember the stories
Of times that have passed
And especially the . . . more
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