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kelly-jean-rice's picture
Mar.20.2013
Full stream negativity Blaming in my memory Empty body entity Roaming graciously far Does anyone know anybody Monsters and fear Bread with vinegar Wrap self into clear Stock yard boxes Violent punches Queer collapsing  Statue face stone cold eyes grey cement hands that bind the knees Burnt...
steven-belanger's picture
Mar.01.2013
photo: from the film's Wikipedia page   I'm posting this entry quite a bit after I'd seen the film because I wanted to post the entry for Silver Linings Playbook before Sunday's Academy Awards--as at least Jennifer Lawrence should win something from that very good film--and because I wanted...
kyle-kendall's picture
Jan.30.2013
These shadows speak of eternity, oh! all the dust that we have let fall, and all the rust we watch enarmor the words of our fellows, which march on to make this world.   These shadows race to find us now, our machines sweetly polished, in the dark of the day  where we entreat our emotion...
nancybrady's picture
Dec.11.2012
I have heard it said: "You can't be too rich or too thin."  Obviously, the writers of such novels such as Fifty Shades of Grey and Bared to You take it to heart.  It has become another generic plot line that keeps repeating throughout these novels (and others like them by various romance...
kyle-kendall's picture
Oct.30.2012
out from under the death of day, a new feeling of fire evolves.  a spurning of things antithetical, and also a hysteron proteron.  with freedom comes chaos and with the chaos is feeling.  out from under and the death of the day is burning.  under the dermis, hot and inflexive,...
kyle-kendall's picture
Sep.27.2012
ephemera, you will never know the autumn. your miniscule bones would shatter at the thought of cold.                                                        ...
margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Aug.05.2012
A time lives in all of us before the pain began, a time when nothing hurt.  If we go back far enough, it's there somewhere, waiting to be brought to life. I just finished reading, Doris Kearns Goodwin’s bestselling memoir, Wait Till Next Year. It was about the author growing up happily in the...
kyle-kendall's picture
Jul.30.2012
my daughter, the wind.  the dark dust billowing on the wing. how am i so enamoured as a bird?  my skin is nothing like feather. to have you escape from my tongue and rise up to blind the moon  is a bit unnerving. i love you, but i am now blind. i need your song to bring me closer to...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jun.15.2012
  June 15   IN THE MEADOW       Being the only tree in the meadow often leaves me feeling lonely.  I tell myself of the camaraderie I imagine in the forest.  These images are more poetic than real.  I believe in community and support; I think of the woods as...
sheila-english's picture
Jun.01.2012
I love sarcasm, wit and a good mystery, so this was right up my alley! Filomena is a cop who sees too much and has become used to that. When a murder and a chemical spill start to give her a run for her money you’d think she would stay busy enough to stay out of trouble, but that’s not the...