Tag: writing
member name: Debbie G.
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August 18, 2009 12:56 PM EDT --
Phengphang
Crossed the mountains fleeing with her children and her husband fell and got up in the dark.
By the time I knew her her oldest spoke some English. Left some notes and on one day her mother's . . .
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May 12, 2009 01:49 PM EDT --
During the chest compressions on concrete. Twice.
On carpet in homes. Neighbors, not hospice patients. Let's see.
Gunshot once. Stroke. Thats two. Baby respiratory arrest.
Three times there . . .
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July 21, 2009 02:23 PM EDT --
It looked like cowardice to some who carried signs marching 'came out' to families, friends and employers proud and you must know it.
In retrospect I was wrong thinking their acts were only their own . . .
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July 14, 2009 05:36 PM EDT --
She was bent with age when they found her.
She wore a green scarf.
A great grandmother few would notice.
Everyday for 28 months
though younger then
she filled a bucket with food
so no one . . .
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September 15, 2009 07:12 AM EDT --
We have shared some fine adventures you and I.
Traveling together in parallel lives
Crisscrossing often
all types of terrain.
We meet again here
today.
Sharing company before the sun . . .
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September 17, 2009 11:41 AM EDT --
Hoping in vain for the sun to quickly dry wings not ready for flight while the storm clouds lean to the earth in their heaviness. It was a mistake to choose this very place to hope. Mothness . . .
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October 01, 2009 10:52 PM EDT --
Mesmerizing touch
Newborn son's fingernail grasp
Translucent newness.
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October 27, 2007 11:08 PM EDT --
What am I excavating
from my past?
What previously uncovered artifacts
will I unearth?
Has it been so mined that the site lies barren?
Or will a new discovery
shake today's . . .
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November 26, 2006 09:47 AM EST --
This dynamic stage
set for perfect reflection.
Please do justice, Muse!
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October 23, 2007 06:22 AM EDT --
Just beginning.
Still anemic.
Still starving with this new sad hunger.
How do I know already where all of this will lead?
How do I know there is a We?
Others who feed. Others who control . . .
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January 21, 2009 01:03 AM EST --
Today she put her hand on my shoulder
My mother
Who though agnostic
hated how Hazel was shunned at work
and ridiculed.
Black and Pentecostal.
Two strikes too many against her
in a . . .
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July 18, 2009 05:42 PM EDT --
Very little light spilled into the tack room.
We were silhouettes to each other.
The old man with the shaking gun
and Kathy and I
our peals of laughter cut short by his stooped shadow.
"Step . . .
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March 30, 2008 01:13 PM EDT --
I'd like to talk to you about hamsters.
Hamsters are very small. Hamsters like to eat hamster pellets and grapes.They are soft and they like to hide in pockets, and play in hamster shavings. I did . . .
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October 13, 2008 03:25 PM EDT --
We wore our mother's nail polish
Passion pink or
Candyapple red
boys and girls alike
under not on our nails.
Only the very lucky
escaped the epidemic.
I considered myself so
. . .
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August 07, 2009 01:11 PM EDT --
I think of all the things I want to share with Lili
and hope to be around long enough to share them
with Ari when she is old enough to remember too.
Like falling asleep under the . . .
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October 15, 2008 03:07 PM EDT --
This is what they said about the forecast:
Scattered storms across the area.
This is what I saw
Deep gray-blue cumulous towers
first behind the mountains
then hiding them.
This is what I felt: . . .
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December 28, 2008 01:53 PM EST --
I have been seeking a little inspiration to start writing again. The paragraph in quotations was suggested by Doyle as a prompt.
"As soon as i attached the final helium balloon to the neighbor's . . .
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July 21, 2009 12:36 PM EDT --
When I was growing up and spending all my free time on horse back I often rode to an old abandoned rock quarry. The rugged terrain, the paths leading to new layers of trees and wild life appealed to me. . . .
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October 08, 2009 05:26 PM EDT --
A Catholic friend told me about the elderly Mrs. Allen. She lived across town in "another parish" whatever that meant. and needed a ride to Mass. Apparently her seeing eye dog was aging and had to be . . .
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August 06, 2009 12:54 PM EDT --
Seeking a truce
with conditions.
I know that you know
I propose it
between you and I only.
I know that you know
on any other front
I will still fight you with every means at my . . .
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