Tag: prose
group name: writingfrmthehrt
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March 09, 2007 09:01 AM EST --
THE TIDE OF AN EROTIC SEA
I come home weary and wounded from a late night at work. The nights have become tiresome and numbing. I imagine you sleeping, but I open the door to the bedroom. The . . . more
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September 26, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
Even that, Fabrizio’s would have recorded.
Florinda’s real love, documenting her all-too human condition,
Florinda standing in the glass anteroom of the museum,
breasts straining against the . . . more
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September 10, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
BEDROOM
in the brevity of this room
where we last were we,
before the searing darkness
of dead stars burned
these holes in my heart –
before the sadness of trees
in the middle days of . . . more
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October 04, 2007 08:39 PM EDT --
I think this is pretty amateurish, but I dashed it off today and am hoping for some comments on what is wrong, either content or technique. It's pretty impossible to offend me, as long as you confine . . . more
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December 03, 2007 01:20 AM EST --
Prose by Josephine Miles (1911-1985), Titled: Belief
Mother said to call her if the ‘H’ bomb exploded
And I said I would, and it about did
When Louis my brother . . . more
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September 03, 2007 11:22 AM EDT --
When I was young
I’d play at grandma’s house
She always had time for me
She would tell me things
Never thought I was too young to ask . . . more
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July 12, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
She danced away from his eyes when she spoke
Of the green and deep serenity of Vietnam
Because his eyes filled with body bags
And miles of discarded limbs and lives for Sam.
His eyes burned circles . . . more
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November 22, 2006 11:45 PM EST --
It appears that my dog and the owl that lives in our backyard giant Locust Bean Tree have formed a sort of friendship. My dog will sit at the door, softly arffing and woofing (with the occasional deep . . . more
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November 17, 2007 06:30 PM EST --
They who only walk
Cannot fathom those who fly
Their eyes reject sight
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September 07, 2007 05:23 AM EDT --
(Just a little poem in prose I compiled today... ;-) )
I'm just a little Moscow sparrow -
so grey, and small, and plain,
so humble and so vulnerable,
unseen among grey . . . more
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July 16, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
I dreamt this poem. This is the only poem I ever remember dreaming. I had and do occassionally dream phrases, concepts, or inexplicable inspirations. She is beautiful. We're still friends. . . . more
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September 21, 2007 07:12 AM EDT --
Words are like harpoons. Once they go in, they are very hard to pull out.
-Fred Hoyle
Words are alive; cut them and they bleed.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's a good thing to be a student of . . . more
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March 10, 2007 12:11 AM EST --
This does not come from my personal experience, but it is my way of reflecting the thoughts and experiences of someone very dear to my heart.
I find myself on my hands and knees,
disoriented . . . more
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August 29, 2007 02:17 PM EDT --
The best winds return to Southern California in the early winter. The day-sailors, oblivious to rhythms more complex than a weekend sunset, end their sailing season when August, summer’s last breath, . . . more
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August 11, 2007 12:35 PM EDT --
The lunch bell’s vibrato scream startles him back…
Back from the world where an equation equals the sum of its parts
He grabs his brown paper sack and heads for the stairs
Clutching . . . more
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August 14, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
I look around and see so much to do, but my muse calls to me like a voice of light in the darkness.
Dishes to do, laundry to fold...but my muse won't let me go.
He calls to me at the most . . . more
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November 02, 2007 02:39 PM EDT --
I thought I'd have some simple fun. Its not in response to any challenge, at least not one outwardly offered. You're welcome to offer improvements.
At last . . . more
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September 22, 2007 06:55 PM EDT --
Pre-dawn, eyes hazy and blunt.
Sojourn to shower, familiar fount.
Bowing to spigot, library of liquid love,
of hot-off-the-press caress and solution-borne soliloquy.
I hike the heat by vanquishing . . . more
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October 30, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
There are conflicting stories about where the term bogeyman originated. The Spice Islands, for me, seem the most likely. Hence this little poem. Have fun!
The spice-laden bark,
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July 06, 2007 07:29 AM EDT --
My wife is extremely artistic. However, if you asked her if she considered herself an artist, she’d categorically reject the notion. Of this I’m certain. Yet she has . . . more
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