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Don’t Stress
“Don’t Stress” Villanelle, Metrical Poetry Workshop, 2002 Do not let things get to you dear, don’t stress About events you cannot work out right. Take time out for yourself when life’s a mess. You will make yourself sick. The doctors press More drugs than needed, which is not too bright. Do not let things get to you dear, don’t stress. Mom says “Go treat yourself to a new dress, But make sure you don’t pick one that’s too tight.” Take time out for yourself when life’s a mess. Professors monitor the slow progress Of papers and reports you’ve yet to write. Do not let things get to you dear, don’t…
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I Remember Purple Skies
I Remember Purple Skies- Fiction Workshop 2002 Mattie pushed her newly-dyed purple hair out of her face. Her green eyes filled with tears. She had fun during earlier road trips with her friends Sunny and Jade, but now that her first semester of college was almost over and her heart was broken, Mattie felt like she couldn’t enjoy anything anymore. “Are you dwelling again, Matilda?” Jade asked, pushing her short black hair behind her ears. “Don’t make me come back there and beat your ass. You know I’ll do it.” “A little,” Mattie said. “It was the song I guess.” “Don’t just sit back there and cry, Mattie,” Jade said.…
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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…
