Tag: write
member name: Lavonne W.
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October 01, 2008 08:00 PM EDT --
"He'd rather
climb a tree
to tell a lie
than stand
on the ground
and
tell the truth."
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October 08, 2008 12:59 AM EDT --
Ladybugs cluster
around lights, performing
the rituals of procreation.
The smell of their community
marriage bed fills my utility room.
Nurseries are hidden
within walls, a gift . . .
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October 03, 2008 04:01 PM EDT --
Backlit,
an S-curve silhouette
patters in the bathroom.
Jars and bottles
tapping on the counter.
Frogs peep-singing,
heard through
the window screen.
Nestled,
her match is already . . .
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October 07, 2008 12:14 AM EDT --
Although I sit at my
drawing table
nearly every day,
I have just now
noticed the cobweb
spanning watercolor
brushes in
a tomato can
within my reach.
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October 06, 2008 09:38 PM EDT --
No need to remember
orchestrated edibles.
After all, that script
is always available.
I prefer memories of
Cheerios stuck to fingers
and foreheads,
steak knife in an open jar
on the . . .
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October 06, 2008 09:48 PM EDT --
Why should I give
you a present
in the name of a God
I don't know
or send a card
to remind you
of something
you don't
believe?
I'd rather spend
too much money
on . . .
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October 03, 2008 03:52 PM EDT --
Fall flushes first
in poison ivy;
with a scarlet shout
ivy vines up the pines
and chokes color
from oaks
forcing the forest
to rummage
the last of its palette
before the canvas
is . . .
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October 04, 2008 12:31 AM EDT --
Even if you hate fruitcake
you will like this
poem because
there is no candied fruit
that sticks
to your teeth
nor are the words
overly sweet
and I did not waste
good bourbon
by . . .
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October 09, 2008 09:25 PM EDT --
A rusty iron bell
nailed to the porch wall
tolls in a hot breeze.
She loves the sun so
I sit very still
while she sleeps in my lap.
I am so still
that a lizard runs across my shoe . . .
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October 15, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
On Bryn's dresser sits
a ceramic fairy,
all purple and gold and glitter.
It's holding a sign
that says "Jesus loves me".
She goes to bed
happy as a lark.
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October 01, 2008 07:40 PM EDT --
Each evening,
regular as clockwork,
he reads e-mail.
Eighteen hundred
to be precise.
Dirty jokes from a brother,
admonishments from a mother.
Pictures of a well-groomed
garden of children . . .
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