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group name: theromantics
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September 04, 2008 04:39 PM EDT --
This last weekend we had a fantastically windy day; I was driving the car, delivering lunch to my husband in the minivan, the younger kids riding in the back. The traffic lights along one, particular . . .
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September 22, 2008 04:41 PM EDT --
While pausing temporarily between novels, my husband and I found that time lay upon our upturned palms like a slug, staring at us blankly in the face. The Editor of course works, as do I in taking care . . .
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August 31, 2008 08:22 PM EDT --
Once-loved relic of dancing feet,
New styles invade your elegant halls.
Though all around is blasting noise
One classic room devotes itself inward.
Little ladies in black and pink . . .
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October 03, 2008 07:08 PM EDT --
I was writing while making soup the other day. Perhaps those reading this will wonder at the method one would use to do such a thing but I cannot answer; it merely happened and was not premeditated. As . . .
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November 27, 2009 01:56 PM EST --
Sorry, everyone that this part has taken so long to write. Life and other stories got in the way. Te he! I hope everyone will come back and read this one. It's really good.
For the next few . . .
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January 05, 2009 09:55 PM EST --
The rabbit's grave
Remember the tree, belonged to you,
grown with fussy care and given a name?
look, the wintry cage of its branches
is seeking the answer why you have left! . . .
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November 23, 2008 12:11 AM EST --
Everything returns
"Returns are welcome"
is written over the sealed envelope
of his life. His first pet,
which came from near-death
and with his help,
became . . .
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May 17, 2009 10:12 PM EDT --
poet II
( To John F W )
True picture whispers,
A maestro's pen scurries on,
Drops of ink on sand.
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A telephone rings,
Instrument rings like a . . .
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January 31, 2009 11:45 PM EST --
February expressions
Nothing exists before this, only void;
a genesis, a self born fetus floats
amid blank darkness… this is how he feels
when her lips connive to create new world. . . .
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November 16, 2008 06:14 PM EST --
What music do you play to enhance your creativity while writing? Some don’t like playing music while they write… indeed, there are times when I find quiet is essential (during Editing, mainly).
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October 24, 2008 03:01 PM EDT --
Our house is quiet this evening; though it is often so, it has been unusually still at night this whole week. My oldest daughter, having found that Pride and Prejudice was a far better story in book form . . .
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December 02, 2008 05:02 PM EST --
At the end of December I will be 31 years of age. I don’t know about other women my age, but when I was a young teenager, I heard often that a woman’s life ‘peaks’ at thirty. Thirty was an age to be . . .
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November 14, 2008 01:45 PM EST --
What a fantastic tool for new authors.
PDF is fast becoming last year's news. Our customers have hinted heavily that they want a better formatted system for their PDAs as PDF is just too wide . . .
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September 29, 2008 06:06 PM EDT --
In drawing closer to the goalpost of finalizing our manuscript for paper publishing, we ran into a snag: the book cover.
An ardent fan of Macromedia’s Fireworks, I spent a deliriously fun . . .
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May 25, 2009 06:01 AM EDT --
Kitchen and sundial
( To Alison and the surreal circus-IV )
Reeling in, rolling in the scene, words, smells, senses
she looks at, what seems like misguided tour of ruins; . . .
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August 07, 2008 09:42 AM EDT --
A ctress
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The clotheshorse, old and scruffy holds
the array of her dresses. She needs them.
She needs them even more than foods
to satisfy her half . . .
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November 20, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Telescope
Blue is blending into blue, indigo,
heliotrope; ancient stars are melting
together into the ultimate formless.
A night through this telescope rekindles . . .
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November 21, 2008 09:11 AM EST --
Rainbow competetion writing
Gray particles move
The dusts of thought settle on top
of the bleak table strewed with scraps.
Look at the window, the gray sky
can be seen like an old . . .
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November 24, 2008 06:30 AM EST --
Answer of the heart
Still you would have said you don't care.
The suitcase has been fed with his signs of life.
A crow at the window sill
is warning you of a loss. Agony.
Moments are . . .
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December 05, 2008 10:01 PM EST --
Prism
He stoops and picks up his diamond.
A piece of broken prism, some may say.
It has been on the dirt.
He looks up
albeit there is no chandelier to be seen.
The place . . .
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