Tag: writing essentials
member name: Faith H.
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July 26, 2008 08:40 PM EDT --
I met him there,
on Mon Louis Island
a not quite island.
Not quite right or
maybe not what
I should have done.
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September 19, 2008 08:53 PM EDT --
Like scrambled eggs,
with toast and jam,
Sunny eggs up with grits
and pancakes and syrup.
Omelettes with ham,
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October 04, 2009 07:31 PM EDT --
Your husband loves me,
or rather the idea of loving me.
He loves you, really, but
bats with me like a cat toy.
The freedom to imagine
created those fanciful dreams. . . .
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July 06, 2008 09:07 PM EDT --
The Judas horse is a device used to trap wild horses.
Can you predict the moment,
That last scene of despair and
deception.
Follow me, you say, see the gold, . . .
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August 13, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
There was a time,
but no more,
with your eyes
you knew what.
When eyes show
more than you
know or cared
to share.
No more you
or me or now
no . . .
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October 10, 2008 09:30 PM EDT --
You could get it back, that gold chain
where did it go, where was it stashed?
It dropped into a void somewhere out west
and it should have surfaced where it was.
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February 22, 2009 09:25 AM EST --
This was first published in January of 2007, and since Mardi Gras is this coming Tuesday, February 24th, it's time for a resurrection!
LES BON TEMPS - MARDI GRAS IN MOBILE
In a few weeks, . . .
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June 27, 2008 05:08 PM EDT --
I am drawn to the fragile people,
Those who break down easy.
A harsh word, a stony glance
and they crumble like cookies.
Sweet but vulnerable to the
crunch . . .
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May 16, 2008 01:56 PM EDT --
It's the face that signals deceit
mirrors whisper your mother's name.
Silver outweighs gold
as if it were more valuable.
Pretend to not want
the imposed . . .
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May 20, 2008 08:52 PM EDT --
A tribute to Walter Inglis Anderson, a kindred soul
A barricade, a requirement,
A need or a want.
Give me the need and want.
Crawling into a quiet space
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June 15, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
There the slope, the angle
your cheek I glanced at,
sly, drinking it all in.
A pillow crease endears
you to me with aching
and wondering how.
The first . . .
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