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loneliness | loneliness

zeny-may-recidoro's picture
May.14.2013
Little brown birds keep on tweetering outside our windows, I wonder what they are talking about. The sky is milky-grey, at the far distance, thunder rumbles. A little later, I'm sure it'll rain again. I can hear the ruckus the mouse makes as its searches for nibbles in our compostables trash can. I...
jane-wilson's picture
Mar.16.2013
"'Roid Rage" is Real I thought I'd covered all the bases.  I stashed the cutlery in the garage and tuned the television to a leprechaun movie.  I now want to stab leprechauns. A concerned friend, who knows I live near Notre Dame asked how long it takes to get to the Golden Dome.  "...
margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Feb.24.2013
I am editing my memoirs, a manuscript I began twenty-years ago. My plan is to download it as a Kindle on amazon.com as soon as I get it copyrighted. Every time I begin working on it I find myself traveling back to the family life of an incest victim. Excerpts from my book illustrates what it...
earl-merkel's picture
Feb.21.2013
Our "Quote Of The Week" comes --ahem-- not from the words of the --ahem-- comely Kim Kardashian, quoted in the accompanying photo... but from the comment penned by writer Taylor Bigler, entertainment editor of The Daily Caller, who posits a singularly rhetorical aside re: that KK brain cell....
annette-talbert's picture
Jan.29.2013
This shouldn't be so hard anymore -to say farewell and let you go... But your journey has taken you away from me,Leaving my small boat without its anchor to keep it close to shore The distance creatingan ocean of miles between us,Time keeping us out of sync The phone line crackles,and your voice...
annette-talbert's picture
Jan.22.2013
Dark room, the cold space,    holds the lingering smell of you, as I press my nose to your pillow.   Rising, I walk across the room, to part the curtains and stare, as if I could somehow find you waiting out there.   But, all I can see is Jupiter, nestled close in the cold halo...
farzana-versey's picture
Jan.14.2013
  At 3 am, the phone rang. This was a few years ago. “Hi, how are you?” I was groggy and the male voice unfamiliar, unsure. I should have hung up. Instead, I said, “I don’t think I know you.” There was a short pause and then, “But I do. I am Lt. Commander X, and I want to talk with you.” Why...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Jan.10.2013
  January 10   Hoarfrost     On balmy evenings dew forms in my life and moistens my extremities.  This friendly act requires the maintenance of temperature.  If I become suddenly cool the landscape changes and the once welcoming vapor is now a show of crystalline...
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Jan.10.2013
 I don’t want my mom to call me a bitch anymore.  Beneath my soul, you were all I really ever knew.  I am not amused by regular humor.  The ability to see through people, is surreal.  I love that feeling of the  growling when I’m starving.  I can’t deny that I do...
margie-marybelle-mckinnon's picture
Jan.05.2013
We are not born with low self-esteem. Look at any child during the first 18 months of their life. They are giggly, they respond to smiles, to their name and other words that are now a part of their life; they learn to walk, to drink out of a bottle, eat with a spoon, burst into laughter, and a...