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My Personal History with Poetry
Today is the first day of National Poetry Month. It has been 28 years since it was launched, in 1996, by the Academy of American Poets. Thinking about this made me think of my own personal history with poetry. When I thought of this history, at first, I believed I didn’t have a history with…
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A Re-Introduction
Hello everyone again. A couple of months ago my good friend and I were talking over the phone and during our chat we discussed how we both look for the “perfect” time to talk to one another. Neither of us want to inundate the other with things we are going through. Neither of us want…
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Fireflies
As she dances to the music of the setting sun her shadow plays with fireflies
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When You Love Me
When you love me Your hands are gentle Caressing every inch of my body Your touch is like silk Smooth all over my skin When you hate me Your hands are rough Pounding my face and body Your touch is like a hammer blow Leaving me battered and bruised When you love me You’re always…
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Mama
Back in 2005, I was awakened at 5 in the morning by a child’s voice and the following piece was created. There are issues with it, like the narrator’s knowledge base is more mature than the voice but I cannot throw out this darling because it is a piece that rings true for me. This…
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Moon Kisses
As I stare into the midnight sky She smiles down Showering her pale light upon my face She smiles down Her light kisses the treetops Upon my face she places a kiss Her light kisses the treetops As I stare into the midnight sky She kisses my face while I shower in her pale light
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What Are You Magical Creature?: NYC Coalition Writing Prompt
I am Dominion Ferocious and cunning My amber eyes sees all My pupils are breathed in flame I am anger personified and I do not take my duty lightly
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Paper Dolls
I remember as a young girl I played with paper dolls. I remember looking through the paper doll magazine and admiring the pretty paper clothes and the dolls in the back cover. I remember gingerly punching out the clothes along their perforated edges so as not to rip them. I remember folding the tabs on…
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Seen A Shooting Star Tonight: A Gotham Writers Prompt
That night I seen a shooting star and I did what one must do. I made a wish. It was a clear night. The sky was the deepest and darkest blue. The stars were everywhere. They were big, and close. They resembled diamonds. I had just arrived at the farmhouse, where my writing buddies and…
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You First: A Gotham Writers Prompt
“I dare you!” one child said. “No! I dare you!!” said another. “No you go first!! “No you go!! “Let’s go together.” “I don’t want to go at all!” This was the game the children would play when they passed by the dilapidated blue framed house. The wood porch sagged on one side, like a…
A Ville Girl Reads 