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a-j-attard's picture
Aug.01.2013
Lately several people around me are either writing, have written, or are publishing work. There seems to be a wonderful wave of writing in a spectrum of genres that is flowing around me. It's amazing to see, and be a part of, such a wealth of creativity and I am delighted for each and every author...
a-j-attard's picture
May.02.2013
As I look out the picture window that adorns the rear of our house I see a sky full of curvaceous, tumultuous silvery clouds. They hover overhead both promising and threatening rain, each swell of their distinction covering a spectrum of shades of grey. The atmosphere is heavy, thick with humidity...
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Apr.20.2013
Last brow I’m rejected One last touch I’ll try again And less effort and more regret As I get lectured by nobody As nobody reads As nobody sees As I lie lonely, no, The poetry lie lonely in pile debris Files lined up in digital format Submissions too lazy to submit I go on I less go on Likely To...
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Apr.20.2013
My heart is not attached, it’s wildly inside my body wiggling around I am struck Is this nature What have I found And I’m desperate For help I need Two Bodies to stomp on me to hell
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Apr.20.2013
Lolita was this girl, she was this bitch of a girl, who thought she could get what she wanted.  And of corse she ends up nothing.  People should really learn from this.
a-j-attard's picture
Apr.11.2013
Writing is a creative process, at least for me.  That means that some days it flows and some days it doesn't, that sometimes pages and pages, even chapters if there is time, coming pouring out in wonderful, rhythmic lines while other days each click of the keys is painful. It is an emotional...
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Mar.29.2013
Limit yourself to habitat  And breathe in sap Acquire posture Limp relax Anoint disclosure Shut in Speak to 2 and 3 Pass B and C Pass by the park of nature In a fist left open Refrained occupation  Sustaining in foreign land Substance subsides Manifest Population Regulation Eating thick...
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Mar.29.2013
  Everyone is on two Fucking Hands And Two Fucking Knees Barking Like Squirrels  Cackling their cheeks I’m Bound to surface into a Nightmare  Raise shine light down onto me From Where the Balcony they breed from Where the Only light comes from The Noise Cackling echo spread across...
a-j-attard's picture
Feb.15.2013
I have a wrist injury. An injury that has been treated now and is in the process of healing but is still, for the most part, unusable. Even as I type this, I do so one handed. This has, of course, impacted my ability to write, since I do my work by typing. It has been during this time that I, a...
a-j-attard's picture
Dec.31.2012
It's New Year's Eve.  The first day of the new year is moving ever closer, languidly and luxuriously taking its time as it comes toward me, the hours and minutes slipping lithely away.  This day holds a somewhat magical quality for me.  It is both a day of closure and of hope, of...