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Lend a Hand : little2say.org

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True stories from imaginary lives. By PDMAC payday loans. 55 Words / 50 Words. Denention With Happy Little Trees. Bad Dux, Bad Dux, What You Gonna Do. May 12, 2015. Depending on the season Gus-Boy worked construction or fixing cars. Place he bent wrenches fixed up donated cars and gave ‘em away. Just old cars to get you to work or for folks with kids who lived out in the hills,. Painted his name on the trunk of everyone so if he or a friend saw it broke down, they’d know to stop and lend a hand.

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Sueann's Musings: March 2010

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Monday, March 22, 2010. Buffalo Small Press Fair Saturday - Special Deal. I'm one of over 80 Western New York writers and publishers participating in the Buffalo Small Press Fair this Saturday, March 27th at the Karpeles Manuscript Library Museum, 453 Porter Ave., Buffalo, NY. It should be a blast - I know I look forward to meeting a bunch of people from the publishing world there! Hopefully sooner than later, I'll be on my way to being a publisher as well! Sunday, March 14, 2010. And so now here I am, f...

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My Abdication: Burrett's Mound

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The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where. Tuesday, May 24, 2011. Josephine sat in the corner of the shelter off the edge of the yard. Her back was pinned against the cool pounded earth walls her grandfather had built so many years ago. She pulled her knees into her chest at the horror of the beastly winds above ground. They had not even reached her yet, but she felt their presence before the sirens beckoned her under earth. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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My Abdication: The View From Plymouth Rock

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The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where. Monday, September 17, 2012. The View From Plymouth Rock. 8220;Clearly,” she whispered, “you left hope on the black horizon knowing my heart would settle on time and geography.”. The pillow said nothing. 8220;Why are you a stalwart sailor ready to go down with the ship? I’m on the deck with empty hands searching waters for evidence to an unknown crime.”. Published by Blink Ink. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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My Abdication: Cy Twombly, Animula Vagula, 1979

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The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where. Wednesday, July 20, 2011. Cy Twombly, Animula Vagula, 1979. His soul speaks in tongues. A hand on the bible. One in the air,. A yellow ochre moon,. Painting over the stars. That will get him locked. Out of the gates. He warbles into the night. Sparks at his fingertips. Speaking with a devil’s. Intention—split and bleeding. And all the lost ones. Gather round to read. The writing on his skin. Published by Riverbabble 1/11.

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My Abdication: The Well

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The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where. Wednesday, July 20, 2011. 8220;Are you there? 8220;Yes, what’s up Walt? There was silence on the other end except for his breathing into the mouthpiece. It wasn’t that labored prank phone call breathing, but something more contemplative and measured. It was laced with beats not everyone could hear. She waited for his litany. 8220;I think you need to come over here right now. I mean really because there is something you have to try.

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My Abdication: Raw

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The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where. Tuesday, May 24, 2011. We were opposites then,. I was olde world. And you were new—. It is all stolen. It is all quick. In this black night. Published by Prathamata (India), Print, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). False Dreams of a Nightingale. Lost Season, a novena. Toy(ing) with the Revolution. Reading Tea Leaves at Midnight. Going to Prison (non-fiction). Art Cant Save Me Now. View my complete profile. Zygote in my Coffee.

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My Abdication: We Do Our Best Hellen Keller in the Spaces Between

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The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where. Monday, September 17, 2012. We Do Our Best Hellen Keller in the Spaces Between. The crease of color. A braille my fingers. Never touches you;. Where most won’t. And covered in spindles. We all want to prick. The vapor of your ideal. Hovers over me constantly—. An ESP we never speak. Of, but mouth in silent. Air to not disturb. Published by Mighty Mercury. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Too Young to Know the Truth.

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My Abdication: 100 Years Will Get You Nothing

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The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where. Wednesday, July 20, 2011. 100 Years Will Get You Nothing. I blow my nose. Standing topless in front. Of the bathroom mirror,. After reading a poem. Awaiting the revolution,. With my breasts lying flat. Against my chest like that old man’s. Dream of an uprising. With the box of tissues—. Pull out too many and catch. A glimpse of my tired face. And even more tired body. What am I doing here? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).