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Alone at Night by writtenlynn, literature

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Alone at Night

She kept the grocery lists of a time when there was more than just a her and a him going shopping alone at night At a 24-hour store where the floors looked greasy but were only dirty and stained between the aisles from muddy shoes and dropped goods rotting tomatoes sat beside the bruised strawberries and they all smelled sweet to them back then when there was more between them than just a she and a he alone at night

Snow Birds by writtenlynn, literature

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Snow Birds

Cat sleeps, curled tightly against the cold, in my lap, purring between naps. With a jump, is disturbed by the mid-day wind, From couch, to tv, to air conditioner (rushes to a place where she can see) peers through the blinds. Leaves blow past the window, scatter down the sidewalk, Fall takes a turn at the light on the corner, heading for the highway. Hitch-hiking south for the winter. I call cat to return to me, it has just grown colder.

Too Still by writtenlynn, literature

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Too Still

Emily sits across from her watching the little woman's shaking hands as they pour tea hearing the words of her father, "You need visit her there isn't much doubt." "She doesn't have much time left." Emily makes small talk, looks casual, pushes a lock of hair behind her ear, thinks about her cat as she searches for a subject anything, anything at all. The old woman breaks the silence, "And what lucky man has married you?" "Oh," Emily says, "none." "Oh," the old woman says. "How long were you married?" Emily asks, sipping her tea. The ancient woman sits and pours cream adds sugar sips herself when she says; "Fifty eight

Courage to Run by writtenlynn, literature

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Courage to Run

Stick legged little girls, my sister and I, peering through dusty barn rafters. On our bellies, sweaty, summer-baked skin, sticking when our legs touched, beneath the dresses, mama made for us. Mama cries out, like we can't hear her. She doesn't know we're here. Why doesn't she fight? Shhhh Papa won't see us. Hide. Papa in all his rage and mama who never seemed to learn how to run. Brother is here, his movement throwing up the dust in little girl faces. His strange leering, proving, he took after his father. Stick legged little girls, hair the color of hay that dances with their screaming. And such little girls

Last rights by writtenlynn, literature

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Last rights

Were you there that day? Were you with me when the rainbows scattered their gold? Did you see it, after it fell, how it opened up and grinned like the sun? You weren't there? I wish you had been, like you're here, holding my hand. Its so nice you're here today. But I wish you had been there to see it that day. I saw special gold. I saw what the leprechauns will never catch. I heard the rainbows laugh maniacally that day. They scattered their gold that day, you know. And they laughed because their gold rose up and took to the sky. It was un-catchable, un-bridled, the real gold found wings. Were you there that day? They're gold sp

Through the Still by writtenlynn, literature

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Through the Still

Tip toes take me through the dark, my heart the only whisper past the sound of your breathing Fingers shut, and lock the door pausing momentarily to sigh before legs slip me beneath the covers and tanned skin shivers to the cool blankets and the promises Silent my mind so far from the still. The only disturbance on the water the only ripple is my breathing my sound my heart beat beginning to rush The sound of your breathing makes me quiver. Forgive me if I'm bothering you tonight.

Skeleton Grin by writtenlynn, literature

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Skeleton Grin

Hello darkness. Have you come to take me this time upon your back, between your ebony wings? To take me from this bed. The tunnel calls I can hear it. Just above the stars, I would imagine, just beyond the sun. Bring your skeletal fingers and comb them through my hair. Touch me with them, they may take me. You're signature is on my dance card won't you come slow dance with me? The band went home. I don't hear the music anymore. Must you make me wait? Dare you tease me with the pitch outside my window? You are my salvation. You my Salvatore. With your black cape and grin, and sharp, blood stained teeth. They don't make

Christmas Solitude by writtenlynn, literature

Jupiter's Tears by writtenlynn, literature

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Jupiter's Tears

"Do you think that the stars will come out papa?" "They're always out, but you can't always see them shining. I think you'll have to pretend tonight." "But what if they never come back?" "I just told you honey, they're there. Maybe tonight the clouds will clear and we'll be able to see the North Star." "But what if the clouds never clear and I won't be able to see mama up there?" "Do we really need to see the stars to know she's there?" "But I miss her... I spent some time with her. Do you remember daddy?" "Yeah, honey, I remember, she used to read to you when you were inside her." "I can almost remember daddy… te

Too few years by writtenlynn, literature

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Too few years

He stepped outside. He went to his truck and opened the door, squinting at the light. He dug out an old box of cigarettes, long hidden in his glove compartment. He had promised her he had quit. He had quit for her. He tapped his lighter and smacked the box against his palm. He took out a cigarette and rolled the end between his fingers before setting it, caressingly, between his lips. He lit the end and took a drag, the warm smell of summer night, ending with its rough taste. He took another and fought the cough to get rid of it. He had always hated the taste. He looked at the stars, the smoke exhaling from his nostrils. He didn'

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Personal Quote: "The truth of the written word is that powerful imagery has never been created by adverbs.&quot

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writtenlynn

Apr 20, 2005

Still Here

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Jan 3, 2005

Belated journal...

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Aw I am so late in updating this journal :(  Oh, please forgive me folks and my inactiveness in this account.  Granted I do come here every day, check my watch and my comments etc.  But, my writing has been suffering over the holidays and I have so much touble submitting anything I'm not entirely happy and proud of.  Something I think I need to get over actually...  My New Years Resolution shal be to be willing to submit things I am working on and accept critism for what it is.  Aw this is going to be a long year....  and I miss my boyfriend :( Love you all! Tarahlynn

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Jun 23, 2004

Talking Stick Thirteen

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As some of you may know I am one o the "runners" of a writers group up here in northern Minnesota called The Jackpine Writers' Bloc.  We put out a literary journal every year called The Talking Stick.  This year our call for submissions has reached its deadline and the book of submissions is on each of our desks, to be read waiting to be sifted through, waiting for a mark of a "+" a "-" or a "?".  On the 26th we editorial board members will meet and, eventually, decide this years content for The Talking Stick thirteen.  So, one more thing to think about in my life.  Another thing to plan, but I don't mind, this is my fun time and I'm awfully