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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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My love history and why I never wrote about my husband until now
Let me warn you: This post is long. Something my husband and I talked about before he helped me launch this website was the fact that I wrote a lot of material about someone I loved before I met him. I was worried that what I wrote a long time ago would hurt my husband, something I would never do intentionally. Now my husband, Jonathan, is very blunt, as anyone who knows him will tell you. He told me specifically that he is not threatened by my past because it made me who I am—the woman he loves. We talked about my past and his while we were getting to know each…
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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…
