Tag: writing
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July 02, 2008 01:55 AM EDT --
A cut-n-paste from my earlier writing, but prompted to publish at Gather thanks to KEO and her writing prompt .
On the beach to the Baltic Sea , a saltwater body that eventually divests . . . more
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January 25, 2007 07:01 PM EST --
I was a skinny, geeky 19 year old. This fact must be remembered, it will be important later. But where to begin? Shall I start with the cucumber in the silver lemay g-string? No, I need to give . . . more
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September 21, 2006 08:01 PM EDT --
The wind walks through the rooms,
brushing against the curtains,
and fingering the pages of a long neglected book.
Is it interested in the life it temporarily troubles, . . . more
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December 03, 2006 03:26 PM EST --
Sometimes words flow easily from our minds into the keyboard, forming thoughts that express what is on our mind. There are times when I am just on the verge of sleep that little snippets of rhymes start . . . more
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August 23, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
I noticed him, unwillingly, like a speck of dust
caught, carelessly, in the corner of my eye.
As children go, he was unremarkable,
except for the concentration of his stare
upon a dot of nothing, . . . 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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June 13, 2006 10:18 PM EDT --
Walking through a thick-grown field,
mid-step I was forced to yield,
my heavy foot suspended, just inches above the head
of a near unnoticed guest,
who, in my carelessness
I had almost rendered . . . more
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July 04, 2006 04:10 PM EDT --
To Joseph Moncure March and Langston Hughes
Moll, with the long legs, wreaking of gin,
whose conversations never end, and never begin,
who never knew naught of heaven . . . more
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August 24, 2006 10:41 PM EDT --
It is the long armed ladies, in short chemises,
couched in disarming hair and following conversations,
whose obsequious obeisance to their own beauty,
catches the unwary eye, and lets death fall upon . . . more
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August 24, 2006 10:52 PM EDT --
You were always waiting for something, weren't you?
Waiting for the sun to slowly descend
from its chariot for a chance chat?
Was it that, or was it something else, perhaps?
The low, longing . . . more
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September 29, 2006 10:16 PM EDT --
I call you my bones,
because you are my structure.
This is why I grasp at the mean hours between us,
like a fool following pages
. . . more
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May 02, 2007 07:31 AM EDT --
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The morning birds
churlishly waking . . . 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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April 22, 2006 11:32 PM EDT --
I am looking for constructive criticism: Grammar, punctuation, writing style, choice of words, anything. Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoy this story as much as I do.
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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 09, 2006 03:05 PM EDT --
I had the opportunity to see former Canadian Ambassador and the Secretary General's Special Envoy for HIV/AIDS Stephen Lewis speak recently. He is a man of almost unparalleled eloquence, grace, . . . more
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July 29, 2006 11:11 AM EDT --
Beneath the oaks
sunlight splashes
like dappling on a pony.
Even the very old
no longer recall the days
when the horse drawn carriages
. . . more
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June 23, 2007 12:05 PM EDT --
Waking
Shortening shadows slake the thirsty earth, like midnight rain retreating from morning prayers. The edge of each page, a hinterland ‘twixt life and sleep; and stenographer’s scribbling . . . more
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July 17, 2007 06:33 PM EDT --
Weary were the guests,
unwelcomed and waiting death’s report,
consumed with the frivolities of their host’s misfortune.
One sat, he, uncomfortable for want of cushion,
upon a broad-backed . . . more
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