George Jones Died Today, Erasure (for my father, Richard Alan Miller) I’ll love you forget time years pass slowly kept half crazy now then still Hoping come back again found Dated underlined in … Continue reading
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Day 226 of 35 (Day 16 of NaPoWriMo)
Past a verdant entrance, eschewed, disconnected. Parenthetical emotive flame low enough to veil cadence and demand. The sea questions me with ambiance, salt and camphor. A slow manner lets loose the cant of conspirators Language cannot mar the lady, though on pages lingers pain and memento. Today my sad tongue passes saints: part question, mostly … Continue reading
Day 215 of 35 (Day 5 of NaPoWriMo)
With you gone, dusk is the same: the dogs bark at the moth that comes to take what is left of the light. Continue reading
Day 214 of 35 (Day 4 of NaPoWriMo)
She has no problem sleeping beneath flashing neon Open…Open…Open But starlight worries her “They know,” she says. “They know.” *I wasn’t feeling well yesterday, so no Day 3. Also, the above isn’t inspired by the official prompt. Today’s prompt seems to speak to the more clever writers out there. I’m not terribly clever. Continue reading
Day 212 of 35 (Day 2 of NaPoWriMo)
When I tell it, I say that the sun was setting behind us to make them believe that it was inevitable and that everything has an end. This is a story teller’s lie. I tell them that we sat in swings on a playground near the beach, which is true, and makes us children only … Continue reading
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Day 211 of 35 (Day 1 of NaPoWriMo)
Slowly, silently, now the moon gives permission. The phlox will bloom And dreams, sticky sweet, will pink the morning. *April is National Poetry month. If you want, join me and lots of other writers as we attempt to write a poem a day. Here’s a link to prompts you can use or ignore: http://www.napowrimo.net Continue reading
Day 184 of 35
Found harmony in clay and dappled sun. A tomato seed took root beside lavender, and though it rests in the midst of their run between house and tree squirrel, even the dogs have been delicate. Continue reading
Day 164 of 35
Usually I write something here. Today, I finally caught up on reading some of my very good friend Jade’s articles. After reading her work, I just want to be quiet. Read this: http://diacritics.org/2012/on-a-vietnamese-american-suicide-what-i-want-to-say-is Continue reading
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Day 154 of 35
It was the way he stood, ending proximity. His arms folded like a woman clutching her purse in a dark alley. You could fit a counter between us. I could be checking his coat or taking his order at dawn in a twenty-four hour truck stop. In the length of an ellipsis, I wrote a … Continue reading
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Day 148 of 35
As she watched Josiah repairing the wood-stove, she nearly wondered aloud. What the hell was she doing? Why come back here? She had no good answer for that; or, more accurately, the answer didn’t seem enough. This baby. Josie was once almost her father-in-law, but she had walked out on his son and this baby … Continue reading
Untempered Glass 