I was published this morning in the River!
Friday, August 19, 2011
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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a know-nothing non-something, a song, a back-slap, a tree without sap. crowned with ceremony and melancholia- a whistle, a snap. a marriage ...
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shake up my heart and flavor your life it is full of holes. you cannot see me for I am brow deep in my old pain and I cannot speak because I...
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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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I'll find you- in muted early morning light falling around curves of flesh causing ancient thoughts to ignite and filling hearts with fo...
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Recently I have been really attempting to delve into what it means to be a poet. Jim Morrison once wanted to be a poet, and look where it go...
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You, look out the window. See that there is more to life than what bangs around in your brain These frustrations in me coarse from there to ...
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My latest endeavor is to begin reading "Tell it Slant: Writing and Shaping Creative Nonfiction" by Brenda Miller and Suzanne Paula...
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This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Prove...
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That previous December, a little voice was coyly in-treat-ing: "Take an angry butcher knife to your hair, and paint it the color of a s...
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Such a sweet face. But she still doesn't know her place. When you read your poetry to us, try not to make such a fuss. It's difficul...
good for you.
ReplyDeletevisited the site, see some familiar names, cheers.
invite you to share a Haiku or a poem of your choice to poets rally week 51 today.
ReplyDeletea free verse or a haiku is welcome.
keep up the excellence!
xoxox