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Mismatched Cups
Free Verse Poetry-For Poetry Workshop Class. “Mismatched Cups” 2002 As long as there Are coffee shops With mismatched cups, And hometown bands Who change the words To their songs, I will look behind me, And hope to see you there. As long as trains come On warm summer nights When you’ve just Bought ice cream, and Your grandmother Tells you more than You ever wanted to know About your grandfather, I’ll stand beside you To protect you From yourself and others. As long as lovers Get caught in storms That end in rainbows, and Stars fall where only Some dare to notice, I will honor you,…
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Moving On
Rhythmic Poetry-For Poetry Workshop Class. “Moving On” 1-29-02 Cobblestones near the wood-stove Were often houses and roads For the sisters’ matchbox cars During stormy summer nights When their game was make-believe. They made elevators of Sheets for stuffed dogs and dolls on Stairs where little sister’s head Got caught in the banisters. Momma’s butter stopped her tears. The circle driveway became Never ending when their bikes Were not locked in the garage. Traffic accidents ended Then with only bleeding knees. Three sisters help pack boxes. They can’t pack the cobblestones, Or the staircase where they played. But nothing is forgotten, Because all homes have old dreams. I was always grateful…
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Too Much
My first publication and also my first time writing from a male point of view. I wrote this short story when I was in college for a Fiction Workshop. I made a lot of revisions based on feedback from my classmates, who thought it was confusing at first. I submitted my final draft (my third) for consideration in New Mexico Highland University’s student edited Sendero Literary Journal my last semester in college, which was spring 2003. Her jeans are on the floor where she left them, one leg inside out. The dark red curtains are closed because she changed here yesterday. It’s better that the sun can’t shine in today. I…
