Tag: living
member name: Kathryn E.
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June 06, 2006 07:28 PM EDT --
pure evil
that painted
whore
in our bed
her children, bound to ours
that dark night, your soul
thrashes upon a sea of unknowing
your black soul cries misery
upon your bones wracked in pain
now
your torment-knotted . . .
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April 02, 2006 01:36 PM EDT --
On a lazy Sunday afternoon, I call to my two cats, Mao and Cheddar. And they come running.
I called "Baby Fooooood." Sure, they know the words, "Baby Food." They're cats. . . .
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April 29, 2006 09:45 PM EDT --
Two Decembers ago, it was 65 degrees and my crocuses and tulips bloomed.
They trusted. They trusted their instinct that the time to bloom was at that moment.
It doesn't matter they were wrong. They . . .
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May 02, 2006 02:59 AM EDT --
Breathing is life.
It is involuntary.
We cannot will ourselves to stop.
But we can will ourselves to breathe faster or slower.
But even this feat cannot last forever.
In the end, we must trust enough . . .
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May 07, 2006 07:47 AM EDT --
I have an idea.
People have emailed me with some ideas about this Monday's Welcome Newcomer article that I'm doing.
A lot of people are doing terrific stuff in that department.
Undiscovered . . .
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May 17, 2006 07:42 AM EDT --
cooking with gas tonight, dirt included
laying it out in the open
soul, dirty
flesh raw, bones bare to skull
god, what have I done
cooking with gas tonight, dirt included
I'm real
we've all got . . .
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June 08, 2006 12:10 AM EDT --
That summer I'd found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, its legs broken; he couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I knew the marriage couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I called . . .
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June 19, 2006 04:18 AM EDT --
Last week I caught Anne and Babe in the bathroom doing crack; I no longer knew who she was. I grounded her; she ran away.
She called from a motel near Venice Beach; she was going to kill herself. . . .
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June 26, 2006 04:36 PM EDT --
I used to wonder when the world would end. I hoped that it would.
I'm referring to my father's remarriage to my stepmother. It was a nightmare for the entire time between the beginning of the . . .
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May 30, 2008 05:33 AM EDT --
Is that your living room? I asked. No reply. It must be, for it seems so like you – calm, artful, sedate. It is full of grace like Tuesday's child, fair of face like Monday's child and . . .
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April 11, 2006 11:55 PM EDT --
Sitting at her desk, today the Quill peers into the future and wonders about those who will live one-hundred and ten years from now. She fears a new, and as yet, unseen world where people speak to each . . .
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April 18, 2006 10:57 AM EDT --
I have a piece of the Berlin Wall on my refrigerator. This is from 1989, when a friend joined hundreds of thousands, who helped to tear it down.
The piece of the wall is thick concrete, and you can imagine . . .
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May 02, 2006 09:11 AM EDT --
Like a dandelion to the wind he goes
from hearth to school
come September
youth's first bloom
a tall 5-year-old
last night, his 18th birthday
our son
life of dreams
promised hope
no longer child, but . . .
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May 04, 2006 09:06 PM EDT --
When I was in college, when I felt self-indulgent and wanted to write, I would say 'I'm feeling mossy.'
It was an oblique reference to Walt Whitman. More mundanely, I was feeling creative. . . .
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May 09, 2006 03:24 AM EDT --
"Hey, you there – don't jump."
A short, balding man with a twinkle in his eye and appearing to be ageless, yet elderly, caught the younger man by the arm, and stopped him . . .
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May 15, 2006 05:03 AM EDT --
When I was four, we went to Sears. You wore seamed stockings, a black dress and a hat with a veil.
All I ever wanted was to try on dresses.
When I was six, I went to kindergarten.
All I ever wanted . . .
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June 07, 2006 12:34 AM EDT --
There's so much to say, so little we've said.
We do not talk, you and I. There's that hush, that chill that surrounds the air we breathe; it used to be different, long ago.
I could start . . .
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June 15, 2006 10:34 PM EDT --
Breathing is life.
It is involuntary.
We cannot will ourselves to stop.
But we can will ourselves to breathe faster or slower.
But even this feat cannot last forever.
In the end, we must trust enough . . .
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June 17, 2006 05:25 AM EDT --
Customers drive me to the brink of despair and beyond. Some days, everything's too much.
They'll rip open up the plastic bags on the comforters, pull out a comforter, then try to stuff it back . . .
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June 18, 2006 06:19 AM EDT --
Mrs. Oleski, is Stephen your son?
Yes.
Cool. Is Kristina your daughter?
Yes.
Kewl.
Would you like to join the PEN 15 club?
Jim, that line didn't work on me when my kids tried it, either. Your . . .
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