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Rattling the Cage: Some Days, the Cat Wins

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. Some Days, the Cat Wins. It's a tricky business knowing the exact amount of coffee needed to fuel a writing session. Too little and I'm mushy and sluggish. Too much and I'm distracted by having to get up and pee every ten minutes. Plus, every time I get up, the cat steals my spot. Every.time. I hadn't yet decided. (Insert sinister laugh here.). Posted by Teri L. Yes A wonderful re...

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Rattling the Cage: March 2016

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. Posted by Teri L. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Five Poems Published in Bridges Anthology. Five of my poems (Fade to Black, Masquerade, Restless, Weight of the Life Not Lived, and Once Upon a Time) were published in Bridges&. Welcome . . . Words come tumbling out, and I try to catch them. Arrange them into something that works. Literary Tetris. Wild Gratitude by Edward Hirsch.

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Rattling the Cage: In Pieces

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. A shake and a whistle, and the shattered bits come running back to me. Clutching at the jagged little pieces for dear life, I gather my companion and head for the trail. Posted by Teri L. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Five Poems Published in Bridges Anthology. Welcome . . . Business inquiries: Teri Liptak, teriliptak@gmail.com. Wild Gratitude by Edward Hirsch. The Gathering ...

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Rattling the Cage: October 2016

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. In the first ray of light that ushers in day, there blooms my hope. Unfurling as a bud seeking the sun. Sparkling fingers of dawn push against the darkness. Transferring its energy into a displaced heart. Posted by Teri L. Will She or Won't She? He sits on the cracked stoop brooding, expecting nothing at all. The jagged blocks that make up the city fade away. Will it be yes or no?

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Rattling the Cage: Constellated

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. One late summer evening,. Under the criss-cross canopy of fern green branches,. We were celebrating nothing and everything. A soft, lovely night for being alive. A night for singing, so we sang. Soon, the crickets and toads joined in with their chirruping chorus. Great love within us, reckless and wild. A daring grew, inherited from the moon. Taking in all the light. Ah, the daring.

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Rattling the Cage: No Need to Say Goodbye

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. No Need to Say Goodbye. I am in the birdsong on the wind,. I am in the whisper of the butterfly’s wing,. I am in the star of silver that jets across the night sky,. I am in the shadow of the new moon,. I am in the reflection of light that dances across the ceiling,. I am in the bubble of laughter from the happy baby,. I am in the outstretched hand of a stranger,. Kept alive in you...

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Rattling the Cage: August 2016

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. Confession of a Neat Freak. As a bit of a "neat freak", it's time to come clean (ha) and confess there are some messes that don't bother me much at all. In fact, I secretly love them. They are the beautiful messes that make our house a home. Beautiful Messes I Secretly Love:. Dirty dishes from a homemade holiday meal scattered all over the table and counter tops. That favorite can...

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Rattling the Cage: June 2016

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. Thank God for L'Oreal, Light Ash Blonde 9A. Did I have the energy? What if I caught what I was pursuing? What if it caused strain on my marriage? What if I was too old for something new? Fortunately, during this time (maybe fate) I met several wonderful women online that became friends and were going through similar emotions. With their support and friendship, I found my way t...

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Rattling the Cage: Will She or Won't She?

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. Will She or Won't She? He sits on the cracked stoop brooding, expecting nothing at all. The jagged blocks that make up the city fade away. As he sees her face, one in a crowd on 14th Street. Filmy white sundress topped with a faded denim jacket. The wild falling of her crimson hair threaded with stars. Pink-cheeked girl. Curlicues and heart-dotted i’s. Chasing his winter from him.

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Rattling the Cage: April 2016

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8220;I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.” ― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being. One late summer evening,. Under the criss-cross canopy of fern green branches,. We were celebrating nothing and everything. A soft, lovely night for being alive. A night for singing, so we sang. Soon, the crickets and toads joined in with their chirruping chorus. Great love within us, reckless and wild. A daring grew, inherited from the moon. Taking in all the light. Mixed in with...