Tag: writer
member name: Kate Keeley
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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 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 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 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 30, 2008 02:33 AM EST --
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there was a very lovely princess (as princesses always are in faraway kingdoms), and because she was
A princess
Very lovely
Sweet and
Kind not to . . .
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April 14, 2007 09:59 AM EDT --
Does anyone have any tips or tricks they would be willing to share around writing a query letter?
I'm specifically trying to create something to send to an agent who has heard of my work and . . .
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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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January 11, 2008 11:36 PM EST --
Having chosen the spider as my dance partner, the snake slithered off to a corner and dropped down on a folding chair. The innkeeper sitting one seat over objected, and by way of making . . .
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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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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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