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Experimental works, prompts, mostly raw and new writing. A place to hang them while they dry.
The Writing Vein
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I have a submissions calendar page. These are culled from P&W, Duotrope, CRWOPPS, emails and friends. Feel free to add the Google calendar in its entirety to your calendar or add specific events.
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summer mourning
by Deb
as the hot streets of
summer roll heavy
the faint promise of july
waits with longing and fear
and then
the becoming
and then the
stark bright tragedy
of august
and other spirits of
other daughterless
mothers
mourn with me
in the streets of summer the spirits mourn
by dot
how easily we toss away the blankets of snow
the rain puddles, gray and brown, replacing icicles
green sprouts and pink buds instead of dying twigs
the danger of falling on us or by us forgotten
as nature recently our foe becomes our playground
we enter the waters alive and fierce
afraid of nothing and willing the sun to stay longer
we drink we eat we laugh
we run
we dip and dive and taunt the waves to catch us
until
one does
one of us is gone
pulled away
and the cold that once was outside crawls inside
as the heat beats down from above
the ice grows thicker inside
nature triumphs again
one soul returned home
one body left behind
tears falling
onto the blankets of green turning brown
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