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It tastes like a long vacation: tropical mango, and island pineapple, and Margaritas on the beach. It tastes like childhood: water from a garden hose, potato chips, and peanut butter sandwiches. It tastes like satisfaction: salty sweat on tanned skin, a rushed lunch, and a glass of cold beer. It tastes like warmth: golden grains…
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Writing Challenge: April 25, 2018 Prompt: Write about a childhood memory. My sister and I shared a pair of skates. Old, beat-up, and no longer white but now a dirty-faded shade of yellow. Sitting on the large, covered deck, we would take our beat-up skates in hand and we would each put one on a…
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Writing Challenge: April 23, 3018 Prompt: Explain the tides As the Moon rises and the Sun sets, the oceans are pulled by the great love of their divine parents: running from the warm radiance of the Sun, to the comforting glow of the Moon and back to the Sun again. The tragedy of the Sun…
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Writing Challenge: March 8, 2018 Prompt: Write a myth about where humans came from When life was first created on Earth, animals and plants flourished magnificently under the careful guidance of the Earth, the Sun and the Moon. These loving entities doted upon the lives they created- watching ocean creatures swim, avian creatures soar, and…
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writing challenge: February 9, 2018 prompt: write a myth that explains why the sky is blue In the beginning the Earth was covered with water. Deep, mysterious, and blue- the Ocean’s waves glittered in the Sun and glowed by the Moon. the Sky, who held the Sun and Moon above the Earth watched the beautiful…
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Writing Challenge: Jan 28, 2018 Prompt: Write a myth that explains why we are born and why we die. Once upon a time the Sun and the Moon lived alone in the vastness of space. They loved each other dearly, but found that their life together was incomplete in the emptiness of the dark vacuum.…
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He’ll be home for Christmas. I haven’t seen him since the green summer at the bay. The blue seawater off the coast- And the setting sun on the Ferry Slip- a memory to last through the lonely autumn. But, he’ll be home for Christmas- To warm me again as the days grow short and cold.…
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*Inspired by a walk through campus during finals week.* Finals Week: A Poem The smell of coffee and desperation is in the air. All along hallways students frantically thumb through textbooks, Mutter over notebooks, And curse over flashcards. Students pass-out on the floor, Backpacks used as pillows and jackets as blankets. I walk…
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My favorite Holiday is fast approaching- THANKSGIVING! In honor of this family-gathering Holiday I thought a little family-centered poem would be in order. A family tradition Of our own making- Grandpa’s stories told at each gathering Tales of misadventure: Of a child, Marine, father, and grandpa, Delight and entertain the growing clan. …
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*This is a found poem written for a school project. Every word and line is taken from Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness* That heart of darkness, Is it not frightful? The shackled form of a conquered monster; Truth stripped of its cloak of time, The truth of the “civilized man”. Angel or a fiend?…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 