Monthly Archives: June 2013

The Puzzle

Wavering fingers pried open the box Hypnotic stare at the pieces A thousand components of her life… Pieces tumbled, falling on the table Intrigued by possibilities the assembly was considered She began to negotiate the border, the wall around her

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Woe to Him Who Has Slacked His Thirst

Woe to him who has slacked his thirst thinking, “I’m out of the arena…” Comfortable with the mundane and trite unknowingly, he slowly rots A hero’s deeds are never done The writer continues the adventure Warriors conquer the enemy The

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Prose and Rhyme No. 9 Summer 2013

Dear Reader, Prose and Rhyme’s mission is: to discover new short story writers and poets of all genres to serve our authors and readers by keeping a timed registry of submissions to help all writers build their readership to publish

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Tatterdemalion Man

Rawboned man, ashen face with flopping green pants Lately, I have been seeing you alone in parking lots Wondering what brought you to your circumstance Fidgeting, anxious fingers pronging newspaper slots Your sullen look, your charcoal under eye makes me

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The Many Wonders of Tea

When I was a young girl I seem to recall my mom making me tea whenever I had a cold, a stomach ache or if I was just under the weather.  Mom’s tea with a touch of honey and a

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My Father’s Daughter

I can’t remember just what age I was when I became aware that my dad was my all-time hero.  He just was. Since I was an only child for 11 years, I was both daughter and son rolled into one.  I would

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Oceans

Oceans overflow in her mind carrying her to distant shores Her thirst, indefatigable, searching for meanings Dissatisfied with the redundant life Eyes closed—in reverie … breathing softly The spindrift refreshes her face Harmonious with the ocean, her heart beats strong

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The Many Wonders of Tea

When I was a young girl I seem to recall my mom making me tea whenever I had a cold, a stomach ache or if I was just under the weather.  Mom’s tea with a touch of honey and a

Posted in Essays

The Last Tear

If this were the last tear that would fall upon my face Would you catch it and spill it into your distant heart? Could it wash away our sins and make us whole again? Time and weary days of inconsistent

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Ketamine Dreams and the Antagonistic Morning

Take a left turn past the coffee-shop And drive until your tires meet gravel. Look to your right and see the children At play. All calloused hands, no smiles. Their sweat will one day cease to drip From broken noses,

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