Category: Writing
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Pieces of short stories
I was going through some of my old prose and found a document dated 1999 that I had entitled “short story ideas” and I had written pieces of prose. I always meant to go back and expand on these. So strange to look at something I wrote 9 years ago … Here is one of…
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Proposal for group sex on a Friday night in Fort Mill
‘This bar is tired and old’ Tiffany said as we shared $20 lip gloss bought by rich boyfriend in Boca ‘Home town dives always are ‘I wish I could fly’ she said and I saw her lean in close ‘My life is cold,’ she said ‘Have you ever tried coke? ‘I need a change –…
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Take the chance, she says
It has been said that if any kind of change is needed one should burn an orange candle for seven nights. Explosive red wants to charge in with hot demands But your walls are orange offer thoughtful control the sun’s warmth encourages exploration balance between red’s fire and yellow’s caution Lady Luck gives us a…
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Tattoos on a Saturday afternoon
Your vision is one in the making three years of thoughts you talk of third eyes and Egyptian symbols I don’t even pretend to understand I offer my hand but you don’t need it say it doesn’t even hurt but it knocked the world out of me She walks in without a plan but by…
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Poetry assignments
I have a minor in Creative Writing from Winthrop University. Between that and my mass communication (print journalism) degree, when I was in college, I was constantly writing. After college, I got a job as an editor/designer, and I stopped writing. For a long time. I longed to get it back, and eventually I started…
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When we’re drunk, we’re invincible
One more round at the bar on the beach A final stop on the way out of town Or a lesson in responsibility? The government called, said get out now, or you will die. And you laugh and have another hurricane. “They said golden French fries would kill me too,” you state diplomatically – or…
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A dim conversation
We have nothing but time As I sit in the airport Of the greatest city in the world And you – I thought you sympathetic But you are laughing at me And telling me to write of things I know nothing about Are we talking about energy or rhythm? Instead you send a friend Who…
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The meaning of life, discussed over coffee at 11 a.m.
We share a pot and ponder 29. Then go to the college bar to prove we’re still young shots all around, ignore the protests, “I just can’t drink like this anymore.” I push too hard, pull myself back flirt with the boy I swear I knew before Give me a pen and I will check…
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Holding your hand, all the way to the dragon’s gate
We are having a very frank discussion about whether one’s nipples have to be a certain size in order to be pierced. Yours are the smallest I’ve seen but I pinch one and tell you I bet they could do it We laugh during these last moments where all senses are heightened everything is brighter…
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Moving away from 23
We take a turn on the dance floor blend in with two dollar beers and college students bored on summer break. But I am watching the boy in the corner who promised me a dance and no baggage He doesn’t believe you when you say I’m 23 but he kisses me anyway My eyes closed…