Tag: writing
group name: entrenos
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July 24, 2008 12:46 PM EDT --
Rust
The factory shed, rusty, turns
its corner slightly to hear them,
those two human beings, lovers.
What is there to hear? No words can be
that new? The smell of grass eats the . . . more
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March 11, 2008 09:29 AM EDT --
I was seven when I wrote my first short story. It was a thinly-veiled roman à clef about a little girl named Gracie Andrews who gets sick and has to go to the hospital. The stupid rules say parents . . . more
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March 24, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
God in a hot afternoon
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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.
Light feet of sunlight
Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful. . . . more
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
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Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . . more
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March 30, 2008 06:26 AM EDT --
Insecurity
The bike and its rounds,
Everyday at this time,
The sound like a child
Whining in insecurity.
Air fiddles with her hair who
Stands at the balcony.
From there the . . . more
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April 05, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
Rape of a housemaid
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March 22, 2008 08:16 AM EDT --
Seaside l ore---------------
She strolled down to sea at dead night.
That was the last of her seen, yet.
Legends roamed there and giggled with
Pebbles. Whispers of darkness were
So . . . more
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March 28, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
A story retold
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Behold the flower stooping upon a flower,
The graves and stones are not cold under a warm star.
The metaphor of grief falls from a brown leaf.
A bold . . . more
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April 02, 2008 11:18 AM EDT --
Shabby rooster
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The smell of burnt milk in the morning,
Parables of domesticities
Rise from the night of an unslept bed.
The tired ring . . . more
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April 11, 2008 09:34 AM EDT --
Snippet -I
His dull scissors fell from a hand too old.
The red dirt of a village road ahead.
The village barber's hairs flow in arid air
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April 20, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Faces of death
Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who . . . more
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May 01, 2008 08:46 AM EDT --
Island
They say it is five hour's journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today . . . more
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April 04, 2008 06:15 AM EDT --
A game of chess
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A buzzing insect, a defective light,
The door with a net face and broken hinge,
A jump of a silhouette cat captures mind.
A cot and a smudged . . . more
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May 02, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Sleep
The blissful sleep. The leaves of trees in silent fall.
A pair of eyes in profuse sweating. A fly's buzz.
All that dirt around us is not profaning him.
Watch with thirst, . . . more
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July 31, 2008 07:02 AM EDT --
Spirit of hate (Tall Tales Thursday)
“Why do you come back?” your whispers
sound so queer! A candle burns. Shades.
The rickety table sweats. Air
is balmy. His answer comes in
a slow drone, . . . more
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July 25, 2008 08:21 AM EDT --
Boatman, How far?
Like a distant dream, the boat alight with
its dim lamps quivering by the winds of
mid river, is threading a golden hem by the bank. “How far?”
“How far will you go, boatman?” . . . more
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April 08, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
A m oment of truth
Disappointment flies amid the eternal sky
Great as it might be it can't surpass one dusk.
She climbs up a steeple, chases a gust of wind
That . . . more
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April 10, 2008 09:12 AM EDT --
He knows pain
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He let them take his advantage,
Plunder the soft tissues of heart.
The eyes hurt to conceal dark brooks.
They pick him so easy and taunt. . . . more
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April 18, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
The power-cut at the main street
Outside, the sound of pollution rises.
Midday, hustling around for nickels, sweats.
The power-cut has picked up a book,
The words dance before PC-eyes. . . . more
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August 01, 2008 07:44 AM EDT --
Snippet on this rainy morning
A glassful of mist.
This morning, night is with me,
coming to the work.
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Oh, ma!
On the face of the . . . more
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