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susan-sonnen's picture
Jan.24.2014
gustsof Arctic winds,still strongafter such a long journeyto my Chicago home for tea   January 2014: Mindful Writing Challenge
steven-belanger's picture
Jan.24.2014
"Everything, All At Once, Forever" by Michael Wehunt   One of the best things about reading short stories is that they're (duh) short.  This one was just four pages long (on my computer screen anyway) and very well-written.  Very emotionally-draining and depressing, too, but don't...
steven-belanger's picture
Jan.20.2014
Two quick questions.  Any advice offered would be appreciated: The owner of a local boutique has offered me the chance to have a book signing at her shop.  I've had a few pieces published, and the rights have reverted back to me by now.  I've already requested 25 copies of a snazzy-...
jam-hamidi's picture
Jan.07.2014
Being born intoa musical cultureof lament, I was overjoyedto discoverthat the minor keyscould conveya sense of mystery ordare I say poetry? That I could dance,albeit slow,to your art scene,not so far gone yetthat I could not leavea world taking the formof Eastern tranceusing the humble vocabulary...
jam-hamidi's picture
Dec.10.2013
I sparkle in the lights.I'll make you three inches tallerif you swipe your fingera little higher. She will show off to her friendsover sips of chilled wineeach of my golden flakes, wide-eyed,while having you over. I am tactile. I am stitched by handby old artisans with wooden tools,buffing lovingly...
ashen-venema's picture
Dec.02.2013
A November Poem white plumes of mist rise from a dripping branch – swept clean but for nine that cling lit by the last ray they call out with gilded tongues from the garden’s shade translucent spearheads uncaring of their fate they aim at the hungry ground Ashen http://courseofmirrors.wordpress....
susan-sonnen's picture
Nov.30.2013
memory fades into patinaof old photographs,evanescent youth PAD prompt
susan-sonnen's picture
Nov.29.2013
Memories of a Nestling Watching the school busesPick up the big kidsWho were strong And ableAnd wild. Running throughA spider’s web,Certain that someBlack magicHad been workedOn me. Stepping on a beeBeside the newSandbox,My excitement ThwartedAnd twistedIn pain. The dark shadowOn the other sideOf...
susan-sonnen's picture
Nov.27.2013
 Chicago Care to remind me of life without you?Because I can’t remember.I swear I’ve been here since the fire,But I don’t have any proof. PAD prompt
susan-sonnen's picture
Nov.26.2013
Gratis That last breathYou took,And this one,That one!That snorty breath!You were tryingNot to laugh.God, you makeMe cry The good tears. PAD prompt