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Pastoral
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The Charm
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MEME: Six-word Memoir
Here are the rules:
1. Write your own six word memoir
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere
4. Tag five more blogs with links
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Amy Hempel
I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed--not sex--but sex was how we got there.
"Nashville Gone to Ashes"
Here's a trick I found for how to finally get some sleep. I sleep in my husband's bed. That way the empty bed I look at is my own.
"Nashville Gone to Ashes"
I thought, My love is so good, why isn't it calling ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: A Favorite Poem
Project for a Fainting
by Brenda Shaughnessy
Oh, yes, the rain is sorry. Unfemale, of course, the rain is
with her painted face still plain and with such pixel you'd never see
it in the pure freckling, the lacquer of her. The world
is lighter with her recklessness, a handkerchief so wet it is clear.
To you. My withered place, this frumpy home (nearer
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Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks
Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks
Pablo Neruda
All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
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Wishing Well
Suzanne Buffam
Mothers all over the country open cards.
Sometimes a bomb flies by,
sometimes a bird.
Sometimes a black hat lands on the waves
and is mistaken for a man.
It is May Day all May.
It is mayday all day.
The lake looks a lot like the lake.
There are songs about silence
and cameras in the trees.
There are coins enough
in every fountain
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