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rebbecca-hill's picture
Feb.16.2010
It’s a groggy morning. Disjointed sleep. Fell asleep atop the covers, woke at 2 a.m.—something about 2 a.m. Got up, brushed my teeth, then settled under the cover. Read for an hour and a half. Back to bed at 3:30 a.m. to rise at 7 a.m. I surprisingly awoke before this backup alarm. Feel as though I...
zachary-appanaitis's picture
Jan.06.2010
Many members here most likely share my opinion that a career in writing would be a dream come true.  The freedom to be able to write what you enjoy most in that writing career, would be an absolute fantasy come to life.   Add to that a large amount of acclaim, notoriety, and worldwide appreciation...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Dec.28.2009
If I dare, I will try to document the dream that I had last night, the one that swung in and out of focus all day long. I could have decided to brush it aside and instead, allowed the many distractions of the automatic motion that was this day to take over and dispel any other output. First off,...
sehin-belew's picture
Dec.16.2009
I've always had a strong sense of personal style. I knew it even as a young girl growing up in addis Ababa, Ethiopia's capital city. When I was 12 years old, the disco era was in full swing. Afro hairdos, bell-bottom pants, miniskirts and platform shoes were all the rage. It was a loud and splashy...
david-moolten's picture
Nov.13.2009
                                             After Chagall A man grips a woman by the shoulders On a bed in the open air, a courtyard With a wall no taller than their knees stopping No one from getting in or seeing them there In the middle of a town blue as the sky, An anxious...
freda-emmons's picture
Nov.05.2009
November 5, 2009 The Hint of a Dream Fulfilled I’ve had a longing deep in my soul, for as long as I can remember. When I was young, I couldn’t even verbalize it, but still it burned within me. It was a desire for a meaning and a purpose to my life, that the awful things I lived through be...
melissa-j-white's picture
Oct.31.2009
A severed finger bleeding on a bed of ice in a waxed paper cup. The image came to mind as I lay on my bed, fully clothed, waiting for the kids to brush their teeth. I wasn't asleep, just exhausted and catching a quick rest before bedtime stories. The finger image held the full gamut of backstory:...
thaisa-frank's picture
Oct.24.2009
In relation to the blog below, see the review of MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE in the NYTimes this Sunday.  http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/25/books/review/Schillinger-t.html?_r=1&ref=review  Another writer who blurred the lines between sleeping and waking, nightmare and reality. Deep down, this kind...
jagannath-chakravarti's picture
Sep.04.2009
I do have the habit of having bad dreams and everything, featuring the likes of a myriad of characters including ex-girlfriend(s), relatives I’m not very fond of, scary ghosts… even the cast of ‘Family Guy’ (Nah… I love that show!) But this particular bad dream I had about a month ago was somewhat...
amira-nagati's picture
Aug.31.2009
O, I can never forgetYour passion,Your loving-kindness,And the nights you lay in bedSmiling calmly at me,Deep in thoughts,Pleasant and dancing in your eyes..I can never forgetWhen a sea was made a creekWith reflections of your hopeThat made you seeWhat you already know..When the Sun was made to...