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Article
Jan.26.2013
My first memories of poetry were from A Child’s Garden of Verse by Robert Louis Stevenson, the same author who wrote the beloved classic Treasure Island. A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young, Now We Are Six, and the Winnie the Pooh stories. These beloved verses and the illustrations of E.H. Shepard were to see me through my childhood filling my mind and...
Poem
Nov.18.2012
I lie upon the floorBlood dripping from your latest blowsCurled in a ball, crying silentlyHeart and soul trampled once more Black hole inside of me Lost, confused and aloneCan't walk, stand nor moveExcept for retching, sobbing Wish for nothingness nowSo I hear not your wordsThose hate filled screams of yours You're no good without meStupid, loser, womanFlighty,...
Poem
Nov.18.2012
SIXTY-NINE DAYS Sixty-nine days she lay dying Sixty-nine of them without food Sixty-nine days we all waited At her bedside or across the world Sixty-nine days with broken hearts Sixty-nine days and more of crying   Copyright © 2012 Marta Moran Bishop
Poem
Nov.11.2012
Through the clouds bright sunlight shines With a golden caress it skips Through the fields and over the hills Touching all with loving fingers   All along the river it plays Melding its laughter with the song Of the tinkling, cascading brook They move as one through hill and dale   Sunlight and river dance along Passing the graveyard where you lie A...
Column
Nov.11.2012
. Loving ones country isn’t about which political party, religion, race, or gender you are or belong to. It isn’t about whether you were able to serve in the military or not. It isn’t about whether you are from the upper 1%, the middle class, or the poor. Loving your country is about caring that the constitution and laws are upheld, that all people have...
Poem
Aug.18.2012
    THE DANCE   We’ll dance amongst the stars tonight. Weave webs of shimmering light Across the clouds our feet will fly Tripping the light fantastic...   http://www.martamoranbishop.com/imagine.html Copyrighted 2012 Marta Moran Bishop    
Article
Pat at Sixteen
May.29.2011
September 1, 1939 was a day that changed history at least for my mother, her family and many of those in Europe. It was the day that World War II began for most of the world. The United States didn’t enter the war officially until December 7, 1941, when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Yet for my mother Pat her world changed forever in September of 1939. She was...
Poem
May.15.2011
Condescending tones, With vague innuendos Based on guessing games.   An acquaintance makes Inaccurate judgments From knowledge unknown.   The advice given Serves only to frighten, Disguised as friendship,   Loss and confusion Review all you know Of those you thought friends.   Waste no tears on them Who care not about you, Past a casual nod.   Friend or social...
Poem
May.07.2011
We met when I was three. Then again at twenty-five, Death I am not afraid.   When my time comes I'll face Again your warm embrace Another world I'll find Behind that final door.   For when you come for me With this life I'll be done Just like a worn out dress That has seen better days.   Until that time I'll live, With vim and vigor too See beauty all around Live...
Short Story
Jan.23.2011
  The dust floated up from the carpet with each step Margaret Toffee took, clinging to the banister as she dragged herself up the dingy stairs to her third floor flat. “Ladies don’t air their dirty laundry in public,” she had heard that often enough growing up. Head held high, she turned her face from those she passed on the stairs so they wouldn’t see the...