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October 14, 2009 10:14 PM EDT --
Distant trees. Black claws
Scratching an orange sky-
That line between today and tomorrow
Sinking low,
Cinching the girth of the earth
Until it heaves the last breath of day,
And surrenders . . .
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August 03, 2009 11:09 PM EDT --
Sometimes the world slaps me happy. Gives me something back that I had almost forgotten- Henna bracelets, blankets on the grass, Tie dyed tent dresses that make me feel beautiful- At least in my own . . .
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June 30, 2009 05:00 PM EDT --
Vivian scooped the bread crumbs from the kitchen table into her palm and tossed them into the sink. Vivian's grandmother Ruby looked at Vivian and tsked, "Don't be scooping up while I'm still havin' . . .
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June 21, 2009 02:33 AM EDT --
I keep having dreams about you,
So close that I can smell your hair.
And I am mad at you so many times,
As I wrangle with my bruised feelings.
Why didn't I ever feel like your prize,
Even . . .
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May 19, 2009 11:41 PM EDT --
Isn't it great to feel it?
That sense that somebody gets you.
It's nothing you can name.
Only a sense that this being has looked inside you
With an angel's glass,
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March 20, 2009 11:29 PM EDT --
I look for it.
In the curl of gnarled hands,
Kneading dough for the thousandth time,
Perfect and smooth.
In the smell of a baby's neck,
Like apples breathing
Small rhythmic . . .
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March 20, 2009 12:10 AM EDT --
The lake was frozen, covered knee deep in snow. As I slowed the car to a crawl, I looked out over all that whiteness, wishing that I lived in one of the cottages that line the edges of the lake.
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February 23, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
She sat on a stump at that busy intersection,
Her toes crammed in to too pointy shoes,
Her feet poised balancing the heft of her calves.
Not pretty.
Cars whizzed by too fast to notice . . .
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February 08, 2009 11:58 AM EST --
"Roger?"
Bea calls up the stairs, peering through her thick lenses at the light in the upstairs hall. "Where is that man? Our show's about to start." She tisks, . . .
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October 21, 2008 11:06 PM EDT --
The whispers from the psyche of a flower
Tell petals they must kiss the close of day,
And pale veined fingers mark the muted hour,
When night will steal this day's bold heart . . .
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August 05, 2008 06:03 PM EDT --
I have taken a piece I wrote called, "A Wandering", and condensed it into a poem for a poetry Workshop that I have been taking at The Robert Frost homestead. I do not consider myself . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:19 AM EDT --
I entered the Lorian Hemingway Short Story Competition in April, 2008. The winners were just announced in Key West , FLA. I placed with Honorable Mention with my short story, Sea Glass . . .
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July 20, 2008 11:03 PM EDT --
I set out today to the Robert Frost Farm, here in Derry, N.H . Robert Frost lived in Derry from 1900-1911.
The house is a lovely little . . .
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July 18, 2008 02:46 PM EDT --
A Night in Waikiki
This little piece is written in response to the Friday Writing Essentials writing prompt, 'Memories of Eating Out." I have few better memories than of this night...and . . .
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July 09, 2008 03:32 PM EDT --
"Table for two?
"Uh, yeah. Anything on the porch?" Sam said, as he simultaneously eyed the raw bar with its glistening oysters on the half shell, nestled in shaved ice. The . . .
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June 24, 2008 03:43 PM EDT --
Your Mom makes you scrambled eggs
And toast with strawberry jam,
And feeds it to you in little bites,
While she tells you how high the tomato plants are,
And . . .
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June 24, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
Pam's voice sounds far away and thin, like she can't quite get the breath to form the words.
"There's no easy way to say this. It's Kenny. He has cancer. . . .
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June 01, 2008 07:51 PM EDT --
Every week day, around 3 o'clock or so, the big yellow school bus spit us all out at our stop on Depot Road. As the bus chugged away, we'd wave at our friends and stick our tongues out at our . . .
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June 01, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
My son is home.
And I am over that moon that people talk about. Because now I can call him and he will come galloping down the stairs and I can hug him and smell his hair for just that . . .
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May 20, 2008 10:24 PM EDT --
I park my car and rummage in my purse for my cell phone. "Why the hell don't I ever put anything BACK where it belongs ?" I sputter. "And how many friggin' receipts and dead lottery . . .
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