Monthly Archives: May 2013

She Walks in Two Worlds

She walks in two worlds That become one At the zipper toothed seam Where her toes meet the earth The soles of her feet Thumping out the beat Of drums that have been pounding Steady like her heart For millennia … Continue reading

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Sisterhood of the Full Moon

It is the full moon and everyone around here is on their moon cycle.  Well, the ladies at least.  Goddesses I guess is what you call them.  Anyway, some are full mooners and some are new mooners, but no matter … Continue reading

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you are the earth

you are the alpha and the omega you are the unhatched egg you are the beginning of the end and the light and the way you are the joker and the fool the vines growing under feet you are the … Continue reading

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The Longer Journey

After a storm the ants come in Looking for dry An escape from the drowned ant cities Tunnels to an underground world Where a queen sits on a throne Thousands of soldiers under her command Marching through my bathroom Part … Continue reading

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12 Minute Writing

I just want to take a moment to discuss one of my favorite writing tools.  I first learned about 12 minute writing from my brilliant writing teacher Ann Randolph.  If you are in any way interested in exploring your own … Continue reading

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Weight Watchers Woman

Chris was a tall-toothed kind of guy.  He lived in a trailer park at the edge of town.  The smell of Krystal Burger wafted through his windows until early in the morning and whenever he had a date the woman … Continue reading

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Passing Trains

She was about a hundred yards from the subway station when she saw him. Brown, shaggy hair and a strong but tamed beard. He was setting his backpack on the ground as he circled down to take a cross-legged seat … Continue reading

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