Category: Writing
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For P.D.
…who saw an obnoxious slogan which irked her. The easy way to get the ladies supineIs slow and steady, while remaining lupine.‘Tween man and beast there isn’t such a gulf –“A gentleman is just a patient wolf.” Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.
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The Park
“I don’t come here often.” The birds are light-dappledThe bench damp from early morning showers “Our kids go to the same school.” The trees are dripping brightThe air as sweet as candy “I’ve see you there…looking sad.”“You should smile more often.”“It looks good on you.”“Let’s set up a date.” A playdate? “No. Well, that too,…
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Second Home
You’ll get used to it, honey.No, we can change that.Anything you want. There’s no reason to be sad.It’s just that you have two rooms, now. Well, we can’t get that right now, sweetheart.We can’t go back to Mommy’s house.Not right now. Don’t cry, baby. This is your room, too!I promise you’ll get used to it.Please…
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What Pains Await Me
Some places have a certain smellThe gymnasium when I was youngLike tin and sweat – a scent that makesMe anxious and excited A field before a soccer gameFresh grass, and the air of success This courtroom has a smellIt’s the first one I’ve ever been inWhat pains await me on the far sideOf its sense…
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A Brief Look of Concern
I wish I was a better man.I would bargain for itwith Mephistopheles – clutch hisoffered claw in mine.With no irony, I would ask thisof God if I was only capableof admitting to myself that…that…That it’s my fault.All of it.It was me from the start, wanting otherwomen, thinking of ways to convince youthat it wasn’t so…
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We Hear Everything
Mommy and Daddy love you very much. This isn’t your fault, baby. No, no, it has nothing to do with that. Sometimes it happens. People change, they stop feeling – No, sweetheart, no. I’ll always love you. Always! It’s different. You’ll understand when you’re older. Nothing happened. You heard that? It’s not what you think.…
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It Came To Me
Kneeling in the gardenI look closely at the tulipsCan I help them growWith just a thoughtA few wordsA drink of waterDo they grow for your eyes to seeDo they grow to smell so sweetKneeling in the gardenIt came to meThe tulips show me how to reach Featured Download: If you would like a resource to…
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Hamlet’s Moral Philosophy: The Key to Unlocking Shakespeare’s Own Ethics
Little is known about Shakespeare’s personal life or his own beliefs. Most of what we know is derived from his expansive catalog of plays; the consensus is that the character of Hamlet is most similar to the Bard himself. “In recent years, studies of Shakespeare’s plays have concerned themselves with everyday objects and ‘matter’ rather…
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A Second Longer
Some bald skin warms in laundry. “The altar needs work,” the altar worker thinks, before slippingdown _____________________. (something else here) Slave ships start arriving in half dozens and toothbrushbristles drag across her lungs. Muse on namesfor pairs of mules. Honk and Cuss. Belle and Nubbin. Ignoring the intention of the shape,stone drinks the rain. Do…
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The Phone Call
You called me late last night, your breathing all shaky on the other end of the line. I thought for a moment that you were crying, and I pictured you sitting in the front seat of your red Toyotaon some dark street corner, with tears gushing down your cheeks. I stayed silent for a moment,…
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And They Did
I recall when anti-Semites werePretty damn pathetic, all aslur, Variegated, rude,Like a quantity of shagRugs & over-barbecued Poultry swaddled in the Rebel flag, Idling at some random Hebrew Y.,And, assuming aim across the dryHaze that panicky, Terminal fatigue begot, Lightly wounding two or threeGuatemalans in the parking lot. Now they’ve made a shul a…
