If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Coming soon

As many of you know, I am going through a divorce. I have not written much lately. Usually I can embrace what is going on in my life and put it into words... but this I can't, not right now. I am going through so many emotions, so many highs and lows. And in the middle of all of this, my external... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 7, 2008

Flickering Lights

Into the night and across the fields, his light would flicker, and I flicked back. On the phone we giggled, cause we could see each other flashing our lights, and we somehow thought it brought us closer to each other. It was our secret, our private moments; as the town rested, and our folks dozed in... Sign in to see full entry.

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A Case Study

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Thursday, March 6, 2008

A Case Study

The Session He leaned back in his chair, studied me, pencil in mouth, glasses pulled down. “Tell me what you feel.” I giggled, squirmed in my seat, nervously, and tried to come up with something; when I finished, he said, “Interesting.” The Assessment “I find it interesting how hard you worked at... Sign in to see full entry.

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Maybe

He calls me baby and I think he could be crazy but maybe … just maybe, he finds me irresistible. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 3, 2008

Here

Here in this place all quiet and still I find myself and write at will no guilt to haunt me for the kids have been fed, and I’ve given myself completely, to the man who sleeps in my bed. So with all the demands of my world... hushed, I slip quietly out of the bedroom, to come to this place where... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 29, 2008

Saved

I often sit in church and ponder what would happen if I started laughing during invocation when everybody is crying and everything is so serious and then I get tickled and have to bite my cheek or pinch my arm really hard to keep from laughing out loud I cover my eyes and duck my head dang it how... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Restraint

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Restraint

The stigma is too great to relax in your eyes, melt with your touch, need your return. Yes, the cost is too dear to trust an instinct beyond my comprehension and outside my realm of thought. Ah, the pleasure of it is not a luxury I allow myself to wear, for fear that my trembling hands and begging... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Coming of Age

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