Tag: writing
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Thoughts on Writing
…I went to write a poem but didn’t know what to say.So I started in the middleand re-arranged the orderwhere I discovered starting doesn’t have to be at the beginning;it can be in the middlelike this placementright here. Moving along to tell the storyfilling in all the gapsuntil you get to The Endwhere you go…
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Stuck.
Staring at the blank page,thoughts collide in my mind, creating fragments.These fragments jumble into a mess of letters,losing their coherency. The rigid constraint of these thoughts between my ears is like a prisonwith the gates of freedom being that first word. I tap my pen on my desk and stare.I stare for a long while.Then…
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Simplicity
to relish in the magnificenceand beauty of the every day;cherishing the mundane as holypatiently being stillquieting one’s mind to commune with the Heavensto connect with One and Allour union lies with the Divinein moments of simplicity a state of pure and deep love -akw- ___ Poetic print available at Society6 by clicking here. ©2020 Angel…
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A Cherished Rose
~ a vignette ~ I stepped inside the solitary room and observed her from a distance. It was just the two of us. Her make-up done the way she always wore it. Her short, soft curls cemented by Rave aerosol hairspray. I walked over with her perfume bottle and spritzed it across her neck. Wafting…
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Convos in the Time of Corona
~ a vignette ~ “How ya doing, Franz?” He stared back at me in silence. “I said how are you doing?” I shook my head and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pulled out spaghetti, shoveled it onto a plate and placed it in the microwave. He doesn’t even have the…
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Don’t run
~ a vignette ~ I backed away, slowly inching toward the river. My breathe calm and steady even as my heart raced. Thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump; thump-thump-thump. Doing my best to avoid direct eye contact, I froze when I heard the crackle of the branch under my foot. Time stood still for a fraction of a second…
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Morning Habits
~ a vignette ~ Looking down at my fingertips, I notice them black, smudged by the paper. It’s part of my habit. Coffee brewed at 6:30 am every morning for the past twenty years. An English muffin topped with sweet marmalade and three slices of jalapeño. And a single fried egg with bacon. Always with…
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Pre-Scene to “Hills Like White Elephants”
The girl leaned into his back, her arms wrapped around his waist as the American slowed the motorcycle to a purr. On the southernmost tip of Gibraltar, the Europa Point Lighthouse stood in the distance, casting a light as if to direct all who needed its guidance. He turned the key, pulling it from the…
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Bedazzled
~ a vignette ~ She stumbles toward me on the F-train. Her thin earlobes pulling toward her shoulders by the weight of the iridescent, glitter-sparkling, crescent-shaped moon earrings matching the bedazzled moon charms pasted on her two-inch, rainbow-painted fingernails. A cubic zirconia encrusted tiara shifting toward her gold-speckled eyes as she breathlessly plops into the…
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