Tag: writing
group name: dreamscapes
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April 24, 2006 05:21 PM EDT --
Humbly I come before the throne of Life
Where Father God and Mother Nature reign
To lay down my burdens, fears and woe
Seeking renewal in Their loving care
Alone in the quiet, verdant Forest . . . more
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August 06, 2006 11:05 PM EDT --
The door is open; the AC is off. It's 80 degrees out, or so says the gauge and that's fine. There's something real in the slightly sticky overused air on the East side of the metro tonight. . . . more
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April 14, 2006 07:35 PM EDT --
The wallpaper was entertaining. Jack could just as happily have gone and looked at the pattern on the china, or gone out back in the dark and rummaged through the pebbles on the ground. But he was where . . . more
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February 27, 2006 09:38 AM EST --
This is an excerpt from my hopefully future memoir; it is rough and unedited besides spell check. It is the last paragraph in a chapter or section or whatever about the year I spent in Florida and the . . . more
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March 01, 2006 11:54 PM EST --
I don't know who wrote this, I don't care. Pretend it's a terminally ill little girl.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the . . . more
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May 07, 2006 12:23 PM EDT --
I observe a psychic lady giving a reading to a woman with big dark eyes. A black cat sits next to the reader.
I sense a change in the room's energy. Both women look . . . more
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March 16, 2008 11:41 AM EDT --
Rubbing sleep from my eyes to my surprise darling Minnie offers me Darjeeling tea. It's not a dream; in her house in Mumbai ~ boxes piled up high. She's moving . . . more
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February 10, 2007 10:49 AM EST --
Having one of my articles rejected from a group is demoralizing, and for this reason I've made every attempt to send an email explanation to anyone I rejected from my groups.
I'm going to . . . more
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April 16, 2007 12:44 AM EDT --
An incident: a woman I had regarded as my best friend for ten years invited me for coffee. "So lovely to hear your voice," she'd said in her voicemail mesage, a response to my having called . . . more
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February 14, 2008 10:07 PM EST --
If you're thinking of joining one of my groups so it can be one of the 147 groups you're posting your chat to, save yourself that tiny bit of effort.
I will hunt down your icon in my group . . . more
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April 13, 2007 04:59 PM EDT --
Four, thirteen, seven.
Haiku: just numbers, not bad
or good. Just numbers.
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February 27, 2006 06:50 PM EST --
This takes place a few months after the last piece stopped. It's about getting lost. I don't know why I say that, but I know I was walking a path I wasn't prepared for. I should've . . . more
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March 15, 2008 10:18 PM EDT --
(( For ))
((( Barbary )))
((( Chaapel )))
(( Poet Of ))
( Grace )
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Her fresh . . . more
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April 27, 2007 08:41 AM EDT --
Today, I feel that my entire life is borrowed - from what or whom, I don't know. It's not the right color (sort of tan and gray) and it doesn't fit - tight in some places, baggy in others. . . . more
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May 05, 2007 04:58 PM EDT --
Okay, I'm going out on a limb here and what I'm about to say will undoubtably anger and enrage some of you, I suspect I may even lose some connections because of it, while maybe a few will share . . . more
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October 26, 2007 03:32 PM EDT --
My Ghosts
The first so subtle
Scented my studio
Her sweet smell
Floral talc, unique
I dropped my book
To search for the source . . . more
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April 15, 2008 10:34 AM EDT --
For Magi . . . more
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June 08, 2008 12:29 PM EDT --
These were the dreams I remember from last night
This is for Faith, my virtual sister
Between
Waking
Sleeping
Dreams proceed
Polluted pond
Once clear
Rimmed with debris
Classroom . . . more
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August 30, 2007 03:09 PM EDT --
Everything I feel about the sea
Comes in metaphoric rush--
Even as the weighty surf gurgles
On the land of “no man’s” sand,
Where fishermen cast long lines
Into the sea’s enigmatic . . . more
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December 10, 2007 04:40 PM EST --
For Lynn, who counts the moments of her Writer’s Block .
How bright are the rays
On the far side of darkness;
Golden shimmerings
Await the dusk of your plight
To sparkle . . . more
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