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Laughing at the Moon: Downpour
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The drops shatter silence,. And maybe even glass,. Pounding against the pane. As she walks,. Unhurried as it falls,. In puddle-soaked glistening soles. From the patterns relieved by her heels. The myriad drops,. One solitary tear gains weight. 3/10/11, 9:09 PM. LOVE this. one of your best. 3/10/11, 9:52 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Woman In The Moon. View my complete profile. Shouting to the Night. Dancing In The Moonlight. Ripples From The Tides. Ice Cream and Power of Attorney.
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Laughing at the Moon: Flash Fiction Friday: "A Whole Life in One Day"
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Flash Fiction Friday: "A Whole Life in One Day". They barely knew each other, even after watching each other from afar for years. And now, he studied her. Up close. Personal. From only inches away. One day, by chance, had brought them here. When I look at you, I see forever.". He watched his whispered words wrap around her, his warm breath causing a shivered smile to tease her face and his heart, embracing them both in eternity. Labels: Flash Fiction Friday. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Christiani...
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Laughing at the Moon: June 2010
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Sometimes we find things in the most unexpected places . I pulled the title for this blog post out of a variety of conversations I was following (more lurking to be honest) among my friends on Twitter. One friend mentioned that the fireflies were lovely. Another small group of my friends were discussing the merits of Autumn as a season, particularly since this week's been full of the usual summer mugginess of South-Central PA. I think they were pining for cooler weather. The image of fireflies in autumn ...
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Laughing at the Moon: August 2010
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There and Back Again. So, in between the actual busy-ness of several huge transitions in my life, and the fact that I've needed to guard privacy of both myself and others around me, I've become less frequent here. I've been posting more newsy type stuff on our family blog and less artsy stuff here. Someday I'll get back to the art. Right now, life is in the way. Pounds within me on my skull. Followed by this quiet sinking. Through sentimental filters of my soul. My fear defines the purpose. Multifarious ...
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Laughing at the Moon: March 2011
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I've been toying with a phrase for the past couple weeks. Something of a "melancholic relief" has settled on me. I've been really struggling with several major pieces of who I am since the year began. Several things in my life have changed and several more are yet to change. Change is good, right? So, it's melancholy. I look at what I'm losing, knowing I may never have it again - at least not in the same way. But it's relief. It's best for me and my immediate family. It's necessary. I...This thing we are.
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Laughing at the Moon: Melancholic Relief
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I've been toying with a phrase for the past couple weeks. Something of a "melancholic relief" has settled on me. I've been really struggling with several major pieces of who I am since the year began. Several things in my life have changed and several more are yet to change. Change is good, right? So, it's melancholy. I look at what I'm losing, knowing I may never have it again - at least not in the same way. But it's relief. It's best for me and my immediate family. It's necessary. I...I think too much&...
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Laughing at the Moon: September 2010
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But especially not you. Not in the night. I woke this morning. With the awareness of you. Your arms around me. Your breath on my neck. Your heart beating in mine. Deep in the center of all that I am. You run deep through my veins. Mingling in warm blood. Quenching my withering thirst. The basis of all that I am. Through life and death. In me and through me. And all that I am. We see him ageless now, but ancient,. With senility assumed,. Because we skulk around. Behind his back in alleged secrecy,. Shouti...
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Laughing at the Moon: February 2011
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And Sometimes It Works. Every once in a while I hit a block. Something where I need to write. I feel the burn of something deep inside, begging for the light of the computer screen. And sometimes I don't know where to start. You can decide which and tell me in the comments, if you wanna. As he stepped through. The hole in the air. Replay against a pitch. I prop me up. Beside the juke box. And begin to stare him down. Of a not-so- sexy fart. By this morning's breakfast:. He shakes his head,. It covers me,.
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Laughing at the Moon: Ordering In
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Never eat the yellow snow;. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Woman In The Moon. I think too much. It's my fatal flaw. That also means I talk too much. Welcome to my world. My family includes me, Hubby, Little Man, Baby Girl, and Psycho Cat. I spend my days caring for them and fighting with myself, trying to figure out who I really am. View my complete profile. Shouting to the Night. Dancing In The Moonlight. Ripples From The Tides. CLEARANCE: EVERYTHING MUST GO! Stars In The Night Sky.
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Laughing at the Moon: October 2010
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The Colors of the Wind. My son's art lesson this week was on the use of colors in poetry. I was thrilled, and the song. From Disney's Pocahontas kept playing in my mind (an environmentally/socially conscious poet's anthem*). I don't want my child to see the world in black and white. I want him to see all the colors in the wind and all the shades of grey in the rainbow. So, here is his color poem. I will leave spelling errors in tact, to preserve poetic (and 6yo) integrity. Red on my bed,. Blue on my shoe,.
