Tag: creative writing
member name: MaryBeth W.
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December 19, 2007 06:45 AM EST --
Black clouds swirl and whirl around until they
hover
and darken
the sunlight
The leaves rest-
less-
ly flutter
in an airless breeze that
whistles slightly in the window screen
and I can no longer . . .
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January 01, 2008 04:12 PM EST --
How do I slip out of my
ordinary existence into the
electric
sensual-ness
of your hand
it's so warm and
mine fits so snuggly against
it
I close my eyes
to imagine
my heart feels swollen . . .
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June 06, 2009 09:40 PM EDT --
A WINTER MEMORY
I lay in the double bed - it was the one I'd had as a small child. If you looked carefully, two of my fingerprints could be found in the paint on the the old headboard. My . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:33 PM EST --
Aunt Norrine had told me many times how important it was to take a siesta.
?But I?m 10 and I don?t take naps anymore!? For goodness sakes, I?d thought at the beginning of the vacation; I may be the . . .
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December 12, 2007 02:36 PM EST --
So after our cool lunch at the big olive press table in the cool cellar, Aunt Norrine gave in. She put more sun lotion on me, made me wear a tee shirt, put a big sun hat on me and sent me on my way. . . .
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December 16, 2007 08:16 PM EST --
Teetering on her green heels
I hated this woman
I thought her dog a mutt
Her strings of hair hung yellow and heavy on
Imaginary waves
But she was there
She defined reality and
Defied my presence . . .
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December 22, 2007 12:25 PM EST --
Citronella, bug-dope
child hood memories,
bug juice and
dark cold swimming holes,
water to numb the toes
stubbed on granite stepping
stones
bloody knees from bumpy, back roads
loose-dirt bike . . .
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January 23, 2008 06:16 AM EST --
Death sometimes
creeps around on little
delicate sneaky feet
but not this time
It comes crashing in,
a bull in a
china closet,
smashing ruthlessly
painfully
Death lingers and teases . . .
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December 31, 2007 03:20 PM EST --
I walked
No, hopped from rock to rock
My attention only on the next
Spot
I would place my foot
This one jiggled
Throwing my life off balance
And I slipped into the
Darkness below
It was not . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:11 AM EST --
I wanted
to beat him
beat him to within an inch of his life
I wanted him to feel
this pain and suffering
we all stood here and felt now
But how could I demonstrate
the mental anguish
. . .
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February 01, 2008 08:02 AM EST --
it doesn't stop
it keeps coming
and coming
and coming
careening
down
the steep grade
like a
oil truck with
no brakes
it makes you hold tight
leaving fingerprints
in the moulded . . .
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January 25, 2008 07:01 AM EST --
I watch as my dear father shuffles laboriously across the bumpy ice. I agitate with false starts towards him and then back away for I want to carry him to saftey but dare not touch him.
He winces with . . .
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August 02, 2009 05:59 PM EDT --
The wipporwill's early calling sounds from the edge of the deepening woods other dusk dwelling birds swoop close to the trees and then rise swiftly to silhouette themselves against the midnight blue . . .
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December 07, 2007 09:43 AM EST --
What will I say
when I stand there finally
looking at my mother's stone
When I was last there, it was
drizzling and gray and I stood
watching her ashes disappear into the . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:02 AM EST --
"A brave man!" we all thought as my father, seated in this tiny room with seven others crammed into it, seated in a wheel chair, explained his "exit plan". The palliative care team . . .
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February 05, 2008 07:08 AM EST --
I lit up another cigarette and stared out the window. Even at 11 pm, rue Richlieu was still noisy. Young couples laughing as they left their flats to join friends at their favorite bistro or club. But . . .
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January 25, 2008 07:04 AM EST --
I hate the idea
but I do it anyway
swallowing the dream flavored
"sleep aid"
I do this each night as
I have decided that
if I can "Just Sleep", I will
get through this
I . . .
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January 25, 2008 07:06 AM EST --
I made a joke
(at least it made me laugh)
in my email to "bro"
but as he read it
in some dinky shack
in Chad
he didn't think it was funny
He doesn't understand
if I don't . . .
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January 20, 2008 08:57 PM EST --
I awake in the night
a heavy object
pushing on my chest
I breathe, but barely
laboring to work the muscles
that allow my breath
I look around me and
in the shadows I see a dresser
a drawer is . . .
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