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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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Oh my sailor, across the sea oceans crossed from me, Where I pine and dream, But cannot be with my sailor across the sea. Oh my sailor, across the sea. Please promise you think of me as I want here, Patiently, For my sailor across the sea. Oh my sailor, across the sea,…
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We talk of monsters- Of things inhumane. Unnatural, evil creatures Lurking in the dark. We talk of monsters- Of things unlike us. Twisted, unreal beasts- Part of another world. We talk of monsters- As if they aren’t real. Imagined, conceived visions- figurative illusions. We talk of monsters- But we are the monsters:…
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Solar Eclipse: 2017 I have never seen the lawn so full. Groups of friends and entire families are sprawled across the grass starting into the sun through paper sun-filtering glasses. The sky was clear and blue. There was not a cloud to be seen. It was hot and bright: as it usually is in late…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 