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Some people say that dead men do not tell tales. But from my bookshelf I hear the whispering. I hear the mummers of Rosalind and Orlando. I hear the quiet chatter of Spoon River. The women, long since passed are speaking up tonight as well. Elizabeth is conversing Bingley’s nasty sister, ... - Poetry > Free VerseThe paper wasn’t very thick but it was a soft creamy color like the sheets on my mother’s bed and the ink was a standoutish black like our windows Misty. There was a gentle creeping mist outside Colder than the warm hand that caressed my cheek. Cold like a misty morning. Then as we ste...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy daddy calls me Moon Baby I was born on the day Apollo touched Dust. My father sat in the delivery room Watching CBS When I let out my first Holler Daddy gave a Gasp He stood and cheered for me and the Moon A world of possibilities In the space of a second My uncle did the t...
- Poetry > Free VerseNext door the neighbor is trying to fix his car door It broke when he left it in gear, Door open, and went to get the trash It rolled down the drive way, hitting the retaining wall with a cla- clang He tried to stop it when broke his arm And the woman who was hired to take care of the aili...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am in the living room finding the vertex of parabolas My finger lazily traces the curve of swerve in an oriental design, in the carpet My father got as a present from his employer My older sister is in the kitchen translating the Aeneid There is a warm cup of tea sitting beside her as she sea...
- Poetry > Free VerseI remember when I collapsed onto your floor Letting the threadbare flowers be my only consolation Mama just stared into the distance whispering I know darling I know I remember the butter, the icing, the flour How MawMaw whipped as I cried I might have been proud of the cake If you wer...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe word sounded sour on my tongue I let it roll like a marble in my brain I imagined it falling from the sky, as if hail But, then I saw this word Wouldn’t fall from the sky or clank like a marble It would hop like the little brown bird That eats your crumbs when your head is ...
- Fiction > Historical FictionAn empty plastic smile. Sometimes I think that is all people can give today. There is no genuine laughter, not anymore. There smiles are as fake and malleable as a tub of ware container. There gestures as empty as your envelopes. I write you every day. I lick the stamp and seal it myself. The postma...
- Poetry > Free VerseEmily told us to tell the truth slant My window slants the sunlight It makes a rhombus on the wall The slats divide it into four sections. The window light Is slanted, the window light is True I think that everyone must know that Everyone has seen the Bright patches of Gorgeous On t...
