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a gasping little voice: rose

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Friday, December 21, 2012. Rose, you know babies born to old mothers have problems. Rose, do you and bobby realize you’ll be ancient when that baby graduates, if it does graduate. those kind of babies are always wrong in the head, bless their hearts. Rose this, rose that. i heard it all.concerns spoken and whispered among them, jokes made at my expense, the back thumping the men gave bobby, as if he was the one who would bear this child. She ha...

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a gasping little voice: February 2011

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Thursday, February 17, 2011. Walter Conley has put out another ezine full of amazing photography to go along with the short pieces from writers I admire more than I can say. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). New orleans remains my heart, my hometown, my culture; new york is my lover, london my dream. "the young quin had dreamed of a life where she was actively loved and only occasionally ignored". View my complete profile. Prompt, publish and peruse.

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a gasping little voice: March 2011

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Saturday, March 12, 2011. The idea of scarves had never crossed her mind in the past. she'd seen them, crayon shades on display on vendors tables in every corner of the city. cashmere, cotton, sheer fabric, long, short- each kind was represented and shilled by men with strange accents, willing to bargain a little if the day was right. Labels: one word march 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Prompt, publish and peruse.

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a gasping little voice: February 2010

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Friday, February 26, 2010. Jules argued her case like a seasoned lawyer. She laid out points of law, logic and closed with a plea that would have won over the most cynical of juries. It made no difference. the judge and jury were wrapped up in the body of one person, who held complete power over her as she stood there, worn out by her words and the emotions that wove through them. Labels: one word february. Sunday, February 21, 2010. The rip ca...

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a gasping little voice: smoke screen

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Friday, December 14, 2012. I watch alis across the courtyard. She smokes foreign cigarettes. I know she buys. From that shop on. Peering out her window. That overlooks the common area-. Rapt in her examination. Of my world,. Consumed by the trying. To figure it all out. On clear days,. She sits in a wicker chair. Then tilts it against the wall. To protect the seat from bad weather. And on those bad weather days,. In the doorway,. As if i were 14.

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a gasping little voice: October 2011

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Tuesday, October 25, 2011. It’s automatic for me… to wake up, sit on my sofa, sip my coffee, read a bit, then face the rest of the day. it’s automatic for my spouse to talk during this time, nudge me to do some odd chores she thinks need doing and i feel are find left alone. i have my agenda–and she has one for me. the twain do not meet. Labels: one word october 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A story in 25 words.

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a gasping little voice: FlashDrive Online

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Thursday, February 17, 2011. Walter Conley has put out another ezine full of amazing photography to go along with the short pieces from writers I admire more than I can say. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). New orleans remains my heart, my hometown, my culture; new york is my lover, london my dream. "the young quin had dreamed of a life where she was actively loved and only occasionally ignored". View my complete profile. A story in 25 words.

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a gasping little voice: jonny

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Friday, December 7, 2012. He’d arrive, usually in the late afternoon, his new bride by his side, she'd be blushing, holding back a bit out of the knowledge all these people knew what the two of them had done the night before, a bit out of fear of the large group gathered, a bit out of confusion when she heard the voices calling out “daddy! December 7, 2012 at 8:12 AM. December 7, 2012 at 8:16 AM. Anyone would think you were writing for FB.

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a gasping little voice: May 2010

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Thursday, May 6, 2010. I'm now a .net! I hope you'll join me there. Wow, that sure sounded cheesy. Sunday, May 2, 2010. It was just as she'd seen it over and over in her mind. with the exception she was a 58 year old woman whose body had given birth to (and not recovered from) 4 children and he was the President of her bowling league. Still, a dream is a dream, and she enjoyed hers to the last note. Labels: one word may. View my complete profile.

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a gasping little voice: One Word~Success

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A gasping little voice. The only thing we own are our words. Tuesday, January 4, 2011. Potatoes boiled then smashed with the skins still on, potatoes scalloped with thick cream.potatoes baked until they burst, rich with sour cream and swiss cheese; each of these helped hold off the black. Labels: one word january 2011. January 4, 2011 at 1:36 PM. Thats very powerful and painful too. January 4, 2011 at 4:13 PM. I really like the hurt that comes through in the end. Powerful writing. Next step, 3WW. The las...