Tag: random
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 24, 2006 03:38 PM EDT --
Now the porn star seemed to be bleeding to death in the young man's hands.
If this were a movie, the flashback would have had him thinking of how he met her. How he saw her from the stage and . . . more
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July 08, 2008 01:02 PM EDT --
I forgot to link y'all to this: How To Write a Sestina
Try it, you'll be glad you did.
No one
Can write a poem using two
Hands, a sheet of . . . more
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May 16, 2006 04:11 PM EDT --
A Trilogy of Coincidences
(Call them coincidences, divine interventions, willpower or whatever. These are true events.)
I had married quite young. I had fallen in love much before that. We two . . . 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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October 05, 2006 06:28 AM EDT --
Syntax, dear friend,
writhes as you did and do;
for to write is to choose at the cross-roads
both true,
and untrue; and I doubt my love,
just as I desire
that your love bleed over my face,
set me . . . more
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August 26, 2006 08:38 PM EDT --
I decided to give you a little of my history in an I am from poem. Most people have read these types of poems before... here is mine
I am from the valley
And the winding rivers
From a beaver and a river . . . more
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September 01, 2006 03:03 PM EDT --
You know who you are
Sitting at the Piano Bar
All gussied up to strike a pose
If power people walk the row
It wasn't enough to invite yourself
It wasn't enough to delight yourself
In vulgar displays . . . more
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June 13, 2006 12:33 AM EDT --
To all wives,
Let your husband be a man. Don't try and control all of the time.
Let him know that you need him.
If you need help, ask him. If you need ANYTHING, ask him. Men are . . . 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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June 25, 2006 02:22 AM EDT --
I am willing to bet that many fellow "gather-ers" have, at one time in their life, waited tables. I am a server at more expensive, original Texas steakhouse. Before I begin my spiel . . . more
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July 03, 2006 11:53 PM EDT --
Introduction to Poststructural Preemptive Self-Nihilism On Gather
~ Will Evans
Audio: Laurie Anderson "Language Is A Virus"
"The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the . . . more
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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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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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October 04, 2006 08:56 PM EDT --
"One may give up the desire to control sound, clear his mind of music, and set about discovering means to let sounds be themselves rather than vehicles for man-made theories or expressions of human . . . 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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September 15, 2006 03:15 PM EDT --
It's never easy being a woman. It's so easy to lose everything you've ever worked for...you lose to men all the time. A woman living in a city is even harder to manage. . . . 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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August 08, 2006 02:59 PM EDT --
Geisha faces
I see
Floating
In the pine trees.
Willow women
Swaying gracefully,
In the breeze.
The storms at sea
On her sleeve
Roll on
As she beckons me,
Her snow white hand
Gestures slowly
Achingly . . . more
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