Tag: living
group name: criticscorner
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June 12, 2006 11:43 AM EDT --
My dad died several years ago.
You didn't know him.
Then again, maybe you did.
My dad was the guy on the boardwalk wearing black socks and sandals, the guy at the checkout counter who couldn't . . . more
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June 02, 2006 12:19 PM EDT --
If you're a serious writer and want to earn good money writing, there's a site where you can post your articles for sale.
I have belonged to Constant-Content for a year and a half and have made . . . more
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May 13, 2006 05:57 PM EDT --
Being a believer in the cosmic balance of the universe, I have come to the conclusion that someday, somewhere on this planet, there will be... a Museum of Embarrassing Purchases. I hope someday to be regaled . . . more
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April 20, 2006 03:01 AM EDT --
It's clear here
underneath star-lit skies
No moon, no you
Just myself, alone
Funny isn't it
what happens between us
in the space only lovers know . . . more
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May 28, 2006 04:21 PM EDT --
Gentle stranger
There is only One you can always be sure of
But I bid you stop awhile
And let me give you what I can
I make no promise
But that I will try to know you
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April 30, 2006 07:36 AM EDT --
Desert cell
solitary mats
women walking
no baby carrier
babies hand-carried
my daughter
head wrapped in towel
clothes, shredded
pioneer woman
ran, blood-soaked skirts
feet bare
Desert cell
solitary mats . . . more
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June 05, 2006 05:41 AM EDT --
TO ALL THOSE ON WHOSE HEELS I STAND.
Let me not into the company of true minds-
For my footprint is lagging-
The firmness of symmetry-
To stand on the heels of their universe.
I dare not thread or encroach . . . more
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May 30, 2006 11:38 AM EDT --
Eight hours a day she types a man's things
Typing until she can no longer see
Where the tips of her fingers turn into the keys
Or what words she leaves.
Eight hours a day she transcribes . . . more
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May 28, 2007 11:26 PM EDT --
Butchie Roth had it right.
Drive it slow. Keep it in low. Let the potential do the talking. Butchie Roth had it right.
Butchie's car was an Oldsmobile F-85. It was red and . . . more
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May 07, 2006 11:20 PM EDT --
Silence for those who gave their lives
At sea, during the Battle of the Atlantic.
As we gave honor to those seamen,
The call of seagulls filled the air -
No, we weren't near the ocean,
These . . . more
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June 27, 2006 10:05 AM EDT --
Agent George Stone
Agent George Stone had been driving all day in the sweltering heat of the Arizona sun. Night had finally came and without warning a thick fog had descended down upon the road and . . . more
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August 01, 2006 09:00 PM EDT --
Somewhere, out there, is a house. In that house are some stairs. Up those stairs is a door. Behind that door is a room. And in that room are some drums. Big, expensive, shiny and loud drums. They are my . . . more
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May 04, 2006 06:26 PM EDT --
Being a nurse, dying is part of my everyday life. I see death in many forms. Quick and unexpected, slow and lingering, peaceful, and agonizing. Recognizing the signs of impending death are a learned . . . more
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June 13, 2006 01:10 AM EDT --
I have dug with a spade
a trowel and a pen.
Scratched into the soil
like a young mother hen.
Chorus
And when the planting was done
Hurried indoors to check
On the sleeping child in her crib . . . more
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September 11, 2007 12:04 AM EDT --
I went walking in the park Labor Day weekend and came across this vine-like tree growing into a stone wall. I immediately related with the tree, supported by solid facticity, living . . . more
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February 08, 2007 02:59 PM EST --
I'd like to be torn apart and consumed by wild animals It is my own form of reincarnation. How about you guys? Post your morbid fantasies here.
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April 17, 2006 02:24 AM EDT --
Is she drunken gibberish tonight?
Did she smile, let down her hair?
Was she happily in disarray?
Did she enjoy uncluttered thoughts?
Is she back safe - all in one piece?
Is she . . . more
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May 02, 2006 06:31 AM EDT --
8, the letters it takes
3, the words they make
1, the meaning – all that's needed
831 – A phrase completed
8, from January to August
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April 26, 2007 10:55 AM EDT --
The road to work starts like all others, at the point beneath my sole.
I swing my leg up and in, on to the seat, and I’m off. Reverse left, and then straight, two turns left and I’m . . . more
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May 11, 2006 11:48 PM EDT --
TO ALL WHO STILL DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
I am a traveler through time.
My journey began in a motion
of rhythmic cataclysm-
cast into this wilderness,
innocent as a dove.
My first awareness were wary,
oblivious . . . more
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