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Melissa Parker's Writings

Poem
Dec.10.2008
Do you see yourself in this?You ask me, waiting forapproval, recognition that you are a worthy artist tocapture my face.Beautiful, I reply mechanicallywhen studying your painting.I've tried for minutes to catch the words that scattered like roaches startled by fluorescent light when you introducedthis piece.Transcendent is what I had wanted.It scurried under the...
Poem
Dec.10.2008
Winnie and I take our daily walk. Nothing too exciting, passing the usual dogs, sniffing the familiar trees. Disinterest. Until it arrives, fresh. She lifts her head into the wind. Ears dance, tapping the back of her skull.A black, moist nose, like a compass, always points to meet the incoming rushing air. Her eyes, suddenly clear and squint with joy,imagining a...