Tag: writing
group name: free2think
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September 15, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
My childhood was filled with traumatic food experiences. At an early age, I was held hostage by the ongoing gefilte fish battle between my two grandmothers.
Several . . . more
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September 22, 2007 02:36 PM EDT --
I awoke groggy from the wine and Brie, late on an azure Monday, feeling like I had just missed a parade. Checking for the brown and gray cliff from my bedside window, I was relieved to see it loom . . . more
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April 16, 2007 03:36 PM EDT --
Ok, there was a time when I was very new to Gather and I thought it was a shame how some of the older members put down stuff they didn't like. Especially articles that weren't "real" . . . more
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September 19, 2007 11:17 PM EDT --
Sand sifts through a sunlight sieve.
The dog's profile
etched in gold
against the slate grey sky.
What can become of such beauty?
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September 23, 2007 06:57 PM EDT --
Phoenix
Dawn climbs the crumbling store facades
Nimble as a hubcap thief.
In the Laundromat,
I yawn and stretch,
Conceived in blackness.
The first drunk of day
Sidles in among the yellow barracks of . . . more
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August 28, 2007 08:12 PM EDT --
I wrote these Haiku for an online Haiku club of which I was a member. We were each sent (or asked to submit) two words each week, which had to be used in some form in the haiku.
Enjoy!
Fang . . . more
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August 31, 2007 11:21 AM EDT --
Dewdrops light a spiderweb.
The lone gymnast
bungee jumping for its prey.
Sharp wind licking paint
from the old barn.
A child steals frosting.
Old dog dreaming
legs in full gallop . . . more
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August 13, 2007 03:14 PM EDT --
I recently saw a thread on a forum titled "Mike Wierigno Passes at 44." So I opened the thread to see how this person felt about having been passed by Mike Wierigno while doing 44 miles per hour, . . . more
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August 26, 2007 02:23 PM EDT --
Childhood’s End
When I was three I stripped the red maple bare,
To make a bouquet for Mother.
She cried, then laughed, and thanked me for the gift,
And set about explaining that I
Must not pick . . . more
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August 25, 2007 10:06 PM EDT --
STEALING PHOTOS
I comb through boxes of them, looking for topaz and moonstones.
I don’t know what they look like, but I’ll know them when I spot them.
The colors are faded to a pale autumn . . . more
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October 01, 2007 01:02 AM EDT --
Allnight Greyhound bar
Greasy chairs, tripping ninos
Half-there rotting smiles,
Baton Rouge boys
And a free taxi at down,
Like an hors d’oeuvres tray, gracious—free.
Slept on the door of an . . . more
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August 23, 2007 11:54 PM EDT --
How Can I Become an Instrument of Peace?
(Third place winner, 2006 Peace Awards, Half Moon Bay, CA)
“How can I become an instrument of peace?” The wording of this question made me stop and . . . more
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September 19, 2007 11:22 PM EDT --
We talk, haltingly,
our fingers entwined
with affection and hope.
We use our fingers
to read each other's minds
like Braille readers
but still we come up . . . more
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September 23, 2007 06:35 PM EDT --
If summer never comes
I’ll still be here
Dreaming on the porch swing.
If summer never comes
Like a letter dropped by the postman
Carried off by a dog
Blanched and slowly opening,
Ripening with . . . more
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November 24, 2006 11:42 AM EST --
Whistling sounds howl through the night,
Bundled children hide from sight!
Glass panes rattle, shake from gales,
A wintry mix whips water and hail,
Pounds the roof, gulps snow, exhales!
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October 29, 2006 11:17 AM EST --
Gather points are a great marketing tool to reward people for participating on Gather.com. Now we are to the point where people are having serious conversations, and Gather Points become the issue. . . . more
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September 23, 2007 07:35 PM EDT --
There is something in the perfect neon green
Of rippled hills
More manicured than Astroturf
That summons my attendance,
Leaves the hackneyed past
To slither through my hands
Like grains of sand.
Something . . . more
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November 04, 2007 02:03 AM EST --
We spent the morning swapping words.
Weaving through the tangle of hills,
The wild work of volcanoes,
More opulent than Grandma’s breasts.
The land rose like fresh loaves
On a sideboard in . . . more
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August 27, 2007 10:22 PM EDT --
Cyclamen (for my son)
In the dream we’re dancing cheek to cheek.
I’ve got my arm looped awkwardly around his back
I’m looking into his owlish eyes,
Ruled by oversized specs.
His . . . more
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August 28, 2007 07:52 PM EDT --
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