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Reading Billy Collins
Poetry is an... (Photo credit: liber(the poet);) makes those trite phrases in your poems glare and shine like fools gold under a Texas moon. Suddenly, all your poems stand up, like age-old, long-gone...
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the type of man sex came to possess
~for MG I thought of sex when I first met you – deep strides, dapper dress, piercing eyes – it all resonated, a chill shiver down the depth of me & warmth spreading deeper with my crimson thoughts...
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'Fifty Shades of Grey' getting yanked from some library shelves
Reblogged from Shelf Life: E L James' kinky bondage-themed Fifty Shades trilogy is still finding a massive audience -- the three books currently occupy the top spots on The New York Times best-seller...
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In the Dark of My Soul
Dusky non-dark lightness the kind that comes only in those no-name motels, secret places of meeting where the darkness of strange rooms is muted by lined-orange curtains, where parking-lot-lights caste...
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Your Hands
Harvey and Irene Gosnell(My Maternal Grandparents) After all these years, a quarter-century past, there is a printed-off copy an old black-and-white photo holding your images, sitting framed on my...
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Derivation
I grew up in a small town. Southern – reserved countryside where even the roses said grace. Each fragile part of life exposed in natural hardship of daily living. For years I would believe the old...
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like books
I. I have been reading books about people since I was ten. Then – comprehension expanding – growing, to become understanding of people like books since I was twenty. At thirty, I could find the...
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picture with Kathy, 1970′s
We are both dressed in matching-tan-wool coats topped-off with elegant tams. Standing together on stone steps – green grass thriving at our feet, buds and blossoms from the rose bush showing in the...
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Memory of Fire, 1976
Two fireplaces remain in this house, built in the Twenties. Their elegance long-lost, forever-gone, each leftover mantel a home for knick-knacks, small framed pictures, newly received letters. The...
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We Once Knew Purity
Like that elegant lily white and tender — soul bared in vulnerability. We once were tender white-skinned fragile, our tiny souls groping for and gravitating toward all that was fresh and beautiful,...
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