Tag: love
member name: Patricia F.
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May 02, 2008 04:35 PM EDT --
I had a dream.
You were barefoot,
Dancing with my Mom
In the kitchen.
In a red plaid shirt
And baggy jeans.
You smelled like pine trees
And soap
And air.
. . .
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June 24, 2008 03:43 PM EDT --
Your Mom makes you scrambled eggs
And toast with strawberry jam,
And feeds it to you in little bites,
While she tells you how high the tomato plants are,
And . . .
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June 01, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
My son is home.
And I am over that moon that people talk about. Because now I can call him and he will come galloping down the stairs and I can hug him and smell his hair for just that . . .
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June 24, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
Pam's voice sounds far away and thin, like she can't quite get the breath to form the words.
"There's no easy way to say this. It's Kenny. He has cancer. . . .
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January 15, 2008 09:29 PM EST --
To Alex, On Eighth Grade Graduation Day June 16, 2005 Burn bright, my only light. I wait ahead on this road that you travel; The trees, with gargantuan . . .
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December 03, 2007 04:26 PM EST --
A chicken in every pot. An orange in every sock. Well, at least we always had the latter. Every Christmas Eve, as we slept, my Mom would sink a huge orange into each of our . . .
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October 21, 2008 11:06 PM EDT --
The whispers from the psyche of a flower
Tell petals they must kiss the close of day,
And pale veined fingers mark the muted hour,
When night will steal this day's bold heart . . .
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February 08, 2009 11:58 AM EST --
"Roger?"
Bea calls up the stairs, peering through her thick lenses at the light in the upstairs hall. "Where is that man? Our show's about to start." She tisks, . . .
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May 19, 2009 11:41 PM EDT --
Isn't it great to feel it?
That sense that somebody gets you.
It's nothing you can name.
Only a sense that this being has looked inside you
With an angel's glass,
. . .
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August 05, 2008 06:03 PM EDT --
I have taken a piece I wrote called, "A Wandering", and condensed it into a poem for a poetry Workshop that I have been taking at The Robert Frost homestead. I do not consider myself . . .
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June 01, 2008 07:51 PM EDT --
Every week day, around 3 o'clock or so, the big yellow school bus spit us all out at our stop on Depot Road. As the bus chugged away, we'd wave at our friends and stick our tongues out at our . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:19 AM EDT --
I entered the Lorian Hemingway Short Story Competition in April, 2008. The winners were just announced in Key West , FLA. I placed with Honorable Mention with my short story, Sea Glass . . .
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June 21, 2009 02:33 AM EDT --
I keep having dreams about you,
So close that I can smell your hair.
And I am mad at you so many times,
As I wrangle with my bruised feelings.
Why didn't I ever feel like your prize,
Even . . .
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February 23, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
She sat on a stump at that busy intersection,
Her toes crammed in to too pointy shoes,
Her feet poised balancing the heft of her calves.
Not pretty.
Cars whizzed by too fast to notice . . .
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