Tag: narrative
member name: Lynn Doiron
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September 02, 2007 10:16 PM EDT --
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Where the freeway onramp ends, there we'll park
and open doors to wild plum trees bent with birth
upon limbs, amid leaves, beyond the fence girth;
we'll take white pails from the trunk while . . .
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September 03, 2007 12:41 PM EDT --
Still night, the stars begin to turn, waver
as if in friendly departure from dawn's approach.
Our vision outdistances Time - I see signs
of radiance perhaps gone. And yet, we scatter . . .
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August 31, 2007 03:33 PM EDT --
On Monday the air at my open window came in uninvited
and at such a pace: not a run, not a skip, but with the sweep
of a ballroom diva gliding a fast fox-trot. I had no choice
but to name . . .
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August 30, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
She lives in a room dedicated to thimbles and books,
keen upon cases of floss ordered from eBay
and the sheen of marginal glosses on scripts.
She’s papered her walls
with paragraphs, . . .
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January 13, 2008 04:45 PM EST --
[readers, original post follows this revision. Original had word count of 531 and 500 was my target length. Currently approx. 488 words. Am hopeful it still "says" . . .
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January 06, 2008 08:27 PM EST --
Sad pear cools his palm;
Wasps sated by nectar wells
Cruise pear cider drifts.
Buzz of drunken stingers' wings--
Eyes following in wound eights. . . .
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August 30, 2007 11:53 AM EDT --
Such a pen! Such a cage! Telephone poles
for corner supports of meshed ceiling,
walls no duck can escape
except by specific plan
by man
for men.
Or women
who pull triggers
down birds . . .
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December 01, 2007 12:34 PM EST --
For three days I deconstructed
sweaters, saved bone buttons off cardigans
and rolled used yarn into balls, wondering
where the arms went (once they were gone)
and each . . .
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January 18, 2007 09:14 PM EST --
2007 and the daughter and her husband
move into an old home, circa 1955, and
you volunteer to help with renovations
by stripping the front bathroom’s wallpaper
and find a heart penciled on the plaster. . . .
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January 18, 2007 09:23 PM EST --
California is a long state.
My girls, my lovely girls
live nine hours south (by car)
where avocado, orange and lemon
trees grace gardener-tended yards.
Driving north today,
homesick, so homesick
. . .
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January 03, 2008 08:24 PM EST --
Curl it round me,
she tells the sky,
and asks, too, for a horn button,
a hole to run the button through
in this woven shrug phenomena
of air swirling her.
As fledgling . . .
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