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    The Moon Dance | Poetry

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    May 7, 2012
    The Moon Dance | Poetry

    I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse at work, but I know I felt something at 1:40 a.m. the other morning- and then dreamed the rest of it later. The Moon Dance The moon, tho’ not full...
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    Thawed | Poetry | Sonnet

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    April 8, 2012
    Thawed | Poetry | Sonnet

    After all these months, I finally have an inspired counterpart to the sonnet, The Burn. After The Burn was published, a dear friend asked for an answer to it— of sorts. So I scratched my noodle, wadded up a ton of paper, drained 47...
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    The Keep of Dreams | Poetry | Sonnet

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    March 29, 2012
    The Keep of Dreams | Poetry | Sonnet

    My dreams often drop me off at interesting places, and this one left me somewhere I need to be… The Keep of Dreams On a Scottish Knoll, somewhere near the coast Where seas were crashing, spraying salty foam Above the plain, where bramble is...
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    The Rage | Poem

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    March 24, 2012
    The Rage | Poem

    As I sat on the porch at 2 in the morning, a mighty storm passed through the landscape around me- crashing into the primal tempest boiling in my soul. This poem is the result… The Rage Rain driving through concrete Wood, trees, and asphalt...
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    Four In The Morning | Poem

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    March 22, 2012

    All should be quiet All should be calm But from my porch I can hear the noise, a clamoring riot An occasional car Passing through town Not all that close Empty morn air brings it from far Frogs sing the song Calling for new...
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    Burnt Bread | Poetry

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    March 17, 2012
    Burnt Bread | Poetry

    Yes- I am howling for you… Burnt Bread Poetry written in spilled flour Powder on flesh, tiger stripes traced Wolfish eyes blazing for hours Last letters blown silent so words would race Verses blurred into whispered growls Nails on skin as two hearts howl...
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    Fresh Air | Happy Birthday Christi Floss

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    December 18, 2011
    Fresh Air | Happy Birthday Christi Floss

    Today is Christi Floss’ Birthday and what follows is my gift (55 words of Flash Fiction) to her. Christi is a free spirited poet...
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    The Rebellion ~ Comic of epic proportions

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    October 24, 2011
    The Rebellion ~ Comic of epic proportions

    “REBELLION” 2200 A.D. Journal entry 2210 A.D. …… My days are numbered. I’ve come to realize this. Unless help arrives soon, I fear all...
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    The World Of Crime Noir | Fiction | Crime

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    October 6, 2011
    The World Of Crime Noir | Fiction | Crime

    Sam Spade, Phillip Marlow, Alexander Black, trench coats, fedoras, violence, and dames. Crime Noir is a literary genre made popular by the likes of...
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    The Valerian & The Priest

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    August 11, 2011

    Stina de Borinyone Angelica had been with me for quite some time now, it was a harmless thing really, well not really that harmless....
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    Heaven’s Balcony

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    July 8, 2011

    I looked out from a balcony at one of the edges of Heaven, a curious thing, how can a thing of infinite Nature have...
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    Forget Until Tomorrow | Happy Birthday Mary

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    June 7, 2011
    Forget Until Tomorrow | Happy Birthday Mary

    Happy Birthday to one of the best Twitter pals out there. Mary (@NanaMary05) is a retired Navy Nurse who didn’t check her heart with...
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    Memoirs

    Photographs | Alternative Memoir

    Photographs | Alternative Memoir

    I have been haunted by something these past few days; maybe weeks, or even months- so I decided to deal with it the best way I knew how; write it out. The result is this alternative . Thanks for playing along. My flashlight caught something in the enveloping darkness. When I got close to...

    Bowling and Bob | Memoir

    Bowling and Bob | Memoir

    In the early 1990′s, my husband, Tim, was the PGA Club Professional at a small, private club in Indianapolis. It wasn’t one of the ritzy clubs where you had to show your w-2 to be admitted but that also didn’t mean there weren’t some well-to-do members . They were varied in backgrounds but all...

    Reduced to Two Inches

    Reduced to Two Inches

    - that was Mandee’s memoir prompt from a couple weeks back and I finally decided on getting around to a response. My ‘red-faced’ moment comes about due to a certain amount of ignorance on my part; ignorance that eroded me from 6’3″ to just about two inches tall. Enjoy!

    Writing Contests

    We at Extreme Writing Now are proud to be holding our first ever, open...

    Emptiness

    What follows is my entry for the contest currently held here at Extreme Writing...

    Spring Rush 2011 | It Is Almost Time

    For the first time since June of 2010, when Extreme Writing Now became a...



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