| hiatus
| | just a note:... | | Words: | 34 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Anymore
| | Anymore.... | | Words: | 90 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Bag Ladies
| | bag ladies.... | | Words: | 653 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Cabin Fever
| | Cabin Fever 12 by 12: White all over - heavy ceiling twelve feet high - the cold walls - sweating slimy lime, snow on the sill - ice on the panes - cold on the news - smoke from the stone suspended in... | | Words: | 615 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| See Me.
| | See me, Don't See Me.... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | lit short | | Updated: | 23-03-08 |
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| words again
| | Words Again.... | | Words: | 113 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Birthing
| | It would be so foolish to hold a dead grudge, wouldn't it? Damn him, he sure was handsome, and he knew it, too. I always suspected Raif somehow sucked the strength from little brother Luther, like a... | | Words: | 5578 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Petition
| | Petition.... | | Words: | 166 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Beggars.
| | BEGGARS... | | Words: | 232 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Stone By Stone
| | Women once bent silently over open meadows,... | | Poetry | | Genre: | literary | | Updated: | 17-12-07 |
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| In Stranger's Land
| | On the lips of others, I reach for familiar words... | | Words: | 89 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| This Neck
| | Anger scatters through pages. Unidentified residual torment looking for a target. The eye is clear under a coat of tears. The voice is strident in cold air. She splits verses and tears the pages in a... | | Words: | 527 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Sarcophagi.
| | Late for school again, that was to be my lot in life. Well! first there were white socks to be rolled down to the tops of my austere, unfashionable boots. Mother had insisted on cleats, “for the... | | Words: | 1855 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Exiled.
| | Exiled Woman... | | Poetry | | Genre: | literary | | Updated: | 28-11-07 |
| Words: | 134 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Rose
| | Rose Rose, your tear at twilight, as the waters that must have passed between us mixed with the blood of birth. Rose, like the baby picture of my little round body, with great brown eyes that saw you... | | Words: | 419 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| You Should'a Thought o'That Before Ma'am.
| | You wouldn't know it from her pink polyester sweater and short black skirt, but she was the church's pride once. Back when she could smile and old men drooled, back when she hung onto one arm and wore... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | fiction | | Updated: | 25-11-07 |
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| Welcome To Our Collective World
| | Vague fears haunt the spaces between ears, pooling behind eyelids in foggy gray patches.... | | Words: | 222 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Panamint Suzie
| | Panamint Suzie Sun up high and a long way till night. Hot as the devil out here, fit for rattlers and diggers. Pickups parked any which way, all around the bar on the sand, tires soft and tired to the... | | Words: | 750 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| two women
| | Two Women... | | Words: | 77 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Whippoorwill
| | “Die bitch, die!” These words echo in the narrow valley below; rabid spit in the wind, laden with malevolence etching an acid trail upon her memory. She feels each syllable swelling in her chest... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | fiction | | Updated: | 13-11-07 |
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| we Dance
| | dance... | | Words: | 115 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Coyote Mama
| | coyote mama One of the first things I noticed about the coyote was it’s lack of dependence. It does not need you, it does not even acknowledge you, it simply is. Despite your presence on it’s... | | Words: | 1433 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Pale Memory
| | Blue haze slowly metamorphoses hills into rosy giants above gray sands. Light becomes alive,... | | Words: | 281 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| olfactory implosion
| | It's felicity in feline city and my olfactory is shutting down--here kitty kitty----my sis got a... | | Prose | | Genre: | satire | | Updated: | 03-11-07 |
| Words: | 223 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Atrapamosca.
| | There comes a day in the writer's life when burn-out and boredom verge on blank screen; that's when... | | Words: | 112 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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