Tag: writing
group name: kindredspirits
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March 05, 2007 11:57 PM EST --
Tonight, I spent an hour stuck in a chair with a sleeping baby. I grabbed a pen and paper and spent the time writing, realizing afterward that I tend to start my serious articles with a pen and paper . . . more
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July 17, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
With my eyes
I will ask your eyes for permission
To enter the space of your aura.
And if you grant it to me,
I will raise my mouth to
Sweetly kiss your cheeks
As one would greet an old . . . more
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October 18, 2007 01:31 AM EDT --
Growth. It's always happening. Sometimes it inches along so subtley you barely notice the changes if at all. Other times it happens in a single explosive movement. You have no choice but to be catapulted . . . more
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February 22, 2007 11:23 PM EST --
i feel like writing.
this is a good thing. i have whittled myself down to a thin but solid core. i am here. i am strong. and i can't be blown away.
i am starting here and i am not sure what will . . . more
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January 09, 2007 06:18 PM EST --
With the loss of a loved one, it is hard to feel,
It seems like a dream-- this can't be real...
One moment they're here; and then, they're gone.
And now I will sing their song... . . . more
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January 11, 2007 11:33 AM EST --
I usually prefer to throw things out. I try not to add to the clutter in my house. Also, I'll often throw out old journals because I'm no longer interested in what's written in . . . more
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March 04, 2007 10:26 PM EST --
I will always remember this: the night I ordered duck l’orange I asked him what he was having and he said he was having a crisis. So I said ok, tell me about it, and he said the crisis is about you. . . . more
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January 20, 2007 02:55 PM EST --
My Heart Is Calling
My heart is calling
My life is saddening
I can no longer understand
I wish I was in demand
I look into his eyes not knowing what to say
Constantly remembering what I planned that day . . . more
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July 26, 2008 08:40 PM EDT --
I met him there,
on Mon Louis Island
a not quite island.
Not quite right or
maybe not what
I should have done.
. . . more
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January 13, 2007 11:54 AM EST --
George (Marian Evans Cross) Eliot (1819-1880)
"Perhaps the wind
Wails so in winter for the summers dead,
And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries
For what has been and is not."
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July 06, 2008 09:07 PM EDT --
The Judas horse is a device used to trap wild horses.
Can you predict the moment,
That last scene of despair and
deception.
Follow me, you say, see the gold, . . . more
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July 30, 2007 01:02 AM EDT --
I hit a dry spell the last three weeks. Words refused to flow in any way. I toiled and for the first time in quite a time writing felt like work. Fear grabbed my throat. Was I "wrote . . . more
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April 05, 2008 09:29 AM EDT --
One of the stories I read each year to my kindergarteners is Bill Martin's rhyming, rolicking tale "Fire, Fire" said Mrs McGuire . It's about a group of silly mice who live . . . more
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January 18, 2007 03:26 PM EST --
I am at a desk and yet...
I am a thousand places at once
and a thousand faces belong to me.
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I am trapped in limbo,
ambivalent, hanging between two worlds--
one old, one not yet birthed...
like . . . more
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January 08, 2008 11:15 AM EST --
Hey gang,
I'm happy to report I have two articles published in print mags this month. One is online and one is not. You can see the online one here at Knoxville's CityView Magazine. The other . . . more
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February 07, 2007 03:55 PM EST --
I wrote recently about finding an old notebook, and reading the material I had written in it about seven years ago. It included poetry, description, writing exercises, and a short story, as well . . . more
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June 23, 2008 02:14 AM EDT --
Hi Everyone
I had a question and not sure anyone can help. As some of you know, I have published quite a few of my poems on here and I think it would be giving up a goal . . . more
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September 20, 2008 10:43 PM EDT --
This is a story game that can be fun to do online, and I think Gather has the perfect format to be able to do it. These games also a great cure for writer's block. Here are the rules: . . . more
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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September 22, 2008 05:31 PM EDT --
Lately, it has been crazy.
"It", as in life. "Crazy", as in crazy-busy. "Crazy-busy," as in it's insane to feel more scattered than the maple leaves that have yet . . . more
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