Tag: memories
group name: writingforme
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February 28, 2008 05:40 PM EST --
When I look up at that dirty little rectangular hole in the eaves of that awful rundown apartment building, I can still see you there. There in your kitchen. Nobody should have to stand there . . . more
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July 18, 2008 02:46 PM EDT --
A Night in Waikiki
This little piece is written in response to the Friday Writing Essentials writing prompt, 'Memories of Eating Out." I have few better memories than of this night...and . . . more
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June 24, 2008 03:43 PM EDT --
Your Mom makes you scrambled eggs
And toast with strawberry jam,
And feeds it to you in little bites,
While she tells you how high the tomato plants are,
And . . . more
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April 09, 2008 10:58 PM EDT --
I went a wandering today, Mr. Frost. On this first, almost warm, New Hampshire coming -of- spring day.
My neck of the woods here- was yours- a couple of generations ago. But it's all mine, today. . . . more
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January 20, 2008 10:27 PM EST --
The trunk is marked with block letters, A. H. W . My sister and I try to pull it from under the eaves. It grabs at the rough board floor as we tug, as though it resists the interruption . . . more
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February 01, 2008 09:45 PM EST --
So I'm late-again! But I walk to school! I'm six! I have to wait for my brothers and sisters. They lollygag-they take their blasted time getting ready . . . more
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March 09, 2008 01:25 AM EST --
What is it that's so telling, maybe even tender... about shoes? I can't make this niggling feeling go away. Sometimes, things like this grab at me; whisper in my ear, tell me that they . . . more
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February 24, 2008 01:11 PM EST --
I pull into the parking lot. It's been raining buckets, all day, but the sun's finally coming out. The wet pavement shines. Scattered oil spots make rainbows, like bubbles popped all over the . . . more
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April 15, 2008 10:10 PM EDT --
I am submitting this piece for the Tuesday Writing Essentials "Spotlight" piece. This is therapy for me, and I cherish all of you who re-read this posted here today....
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June 01, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
My son is home.
And I am over that moon that people talk about. Because now I can call him and he will come galloping down the stairs and I can hug him and smell his hair for just that . . . more
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June 24, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
Pam's voice sounds far away and thin, like she can't quite get the breath to form the words.
"There's no easy way to say this. It's Kenny. He has cancer. . . . more
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January 29, 2008 09:26 PM EST --
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
- Robert Frost . . . more
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April 08, 2008 11:59 AM EDT --
I submitted this story to the Seacoast Writers' Association 2008 Writers' Contest and won first prize in the essay division. I will be attempting to read this at the SWA Writers' Conference . . . more
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May 18, 2008 03:19 AM EDT --
If I'd died while you still loved me,
Then I would never know the pain
of watching you walk away
and being all alone again.
If I'd died in the beginning,
before I memorized your face, . . . more
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December 12, 2007 03:40 PM EST --
On my way home; Confessions of My People Watching: Amtrak- New Jersey - Boston ( A do - gooder version )
I've just stepped onto the train; I'm managing my bags and fighting off tears all . . . more
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February 10, 2008 02:13 PM EST --
"Oh? You wrote a story about Harvey?" My Dad feels the tug of his past and he is pulled right in. His memories start to swirl. "Oh...I've got lot of stories about him!"
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May 02, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
I waited for you with bated breath
In hopes that once again,
We could share that oneness
we knew when we were friends.
But has time and distance erased
The closeness we once knew? . . . more
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May 18, 2008 03:31 AM EDT --
I cried a tear this morning
When I woke and you weren't there
And I couldn't reach beside me
To run my fingers through silver hair.
I cried a tear this evening
As the sun . . . more
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June 26, 2008 05:56 PM EDT --
Golden memories glimpsed darkly down through time.
Lasting thoughts of yesterdays passing through
Dreams of childhood's passing, long gone pantomime
The joys, sorrows, and thrills that I knew . . . more
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August 05, 2008 06:03 PM EDT --
I have taken a piece I wrote called, "A Wandering", and condensed it into a poem for a poetry Workshop that I have been taking at The Robert Frost homestead. I do not consider myself . . . more
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