Tag: write
member name: Kate Keeley
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January 31, 2008 09:11 PM EST --
If inside me were a city
With buildings made of words
Then love would be the lava
That buries them unheard
I know you want an answer
When you ask me how I feel
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January 28, 2008 09:20 PM EST --
Hello All, This is an informal post based on questions from new members wondering how to navigate gather and make connections that will increase their enjoyment of the site. I know there . . .
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January 29, 2008 10:27 PM EST --
Restless
Fingers fidget
Up and down, walk around
Sit and stare while click-clack keys write
Rubbish
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August 15, 2007 10:46 AM EDT --
One thing in common
What do writers have in common? My guess is that we could come up with any number of unique responses to that question.
Writers read.
Writers write.
Writers observe.
Writers dream . . .
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January 10, 2008 09:51 PM EST --
The voice, coming as it did from behind, startled me.
"You shouldn't hate your hands," he said.
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January 06, 2008 12:04 PM EST --
In 2004, with the New Year beginning, I sat down to contemplate possible resolutions. Every year I came up with at least one way to improve myself--eat more fruits and vegetables, exercise more, watch . . .
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January 10, 2008 11:01 PM EST --
She is eating dirt, and all she wants to do is die. Five minutes ago, in the bar, drinking rum maybe she didn't want to die. Tomorrow, head throbbing, lips bloody, safe in her bed, maybe she won't . . .
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January 12, 2008 08:48 PM EST --
While in Antarctica I discovered some surprising facts. Are the following statements true or false?
1. There are polar bears in Antarctica.
2. All penguins like cold weather.
3. Krill . . .
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January 15, 2008 11:33 PM EST --
For a penny Gerald Dean would let me look, and I wanted to see that bright, swollen thing. We were standing on his back porch, and the moon peered down at us through a v-shape in . . .
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January 19, 2008 12:31 AM EST --
The ship rocks beneath my feet, as unnoticed as the beating of my heart. The ice stretches out between our ship and the cliffs rising in the distance, and I understand the power of the ice, . . .
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January 15, 2008 09:32 PM EST --
Mother
You are the artist of my life
You made me with your love
Brushed light into my eyes
Understanding into my heart
Curiosity into my mind
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February 17, 2008 02:28 PM EST --
During my recent trip to Antarctica, I discovered that scientists (and science) can be a hoot. I might have become a scientist if I had known these guys and gals were so much fun and lived lives of such . . .
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