Tag: friday writing essential
member name: MaryBeth W.
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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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July 05, 2009 10:52 PM EDT --
My skis balance on the edge of the cake-frosting snow and I look down - five feet down to the rushing water babbling below me under the crysteline ice blinding in the sunlight,
It makes me thirst I . . .
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May 04, 2009 08:27 PM EDT --
Sitting in the toasting sun
absorbing
rays
the days are full
of diesel engines
off in the distance
and the stone is hot, burning my
feet that I've slipped
from my sandals
so I can chase the . . .
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August 03, 2009 07:21 AM EDT --
"Where'd you get that pretty red hair?" Why did people have to ask that daft question - they asked it all the time!
My mother was quick to answer, "Oh, the Angles gave it to her!" and I'd smile sweetly . . .
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April 18, 2009 09:31 PM EDT --
I Don’t want to stay, I don’t want to go
It wasn’t bad
His mind had just taken a
Vacation
And his kidney had shut down
And there was a sudden
Clot in the lung
But it wasn’t anything they couldn’t . . .
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April 18, 2009 09:26 PM EDT --
X-ray
They were going to take a picture,
A very thorough one
Of his
Lung
We were escorted
To a cold room
In the bowels of the building
With a colder electronic donut
And an chilly electric . . .
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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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March 05, 2008 08:41 PM EST --
I'm sure there was a proper name for the room. But for us it was a bedroom, siesta room, Crapette playing room, obligatory letters to home before swimming room and once even a dining room. To me, . . .
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April 18, 2009 09:21 PM EDT --
April Fools
I wish there had been a
Been a fence to keep us out
The fluttering of the white
Privacy
Curtain
Was not enough
I was committed
And couldn’t get away
If only the curtain
Had . . .
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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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