Tag: writing
group name: firesmithwrites
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January 06, 2008 10:40 AM EST --
Rememories Interlogue to Quarter Til Judgement Day
In my studio, the wind flipped through . . . more
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May 08, 2008 05:43 PM EDT --
Jane Kirkpatrick lives in the middle of nowhere. I know this because I read Homestead a year ago. It's a memoir, which is not my usual taste in reading. And I loved it - a delightful, inspiring . . . more
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August 06, 2008 03:11 AM EDT --
While sitting at the computer
And trying to write a little ditty
I often have some help
From . . . more
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June 07, 2008 11:24 AM EDT --
This was the day. The day he had been working for for 13 long hard years. He had easily breezed through Dobson and Copeland Elementary schools, barely made it out . . . more
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July 03, 2008 12:25 AM EDT --
Leaning on the cracked, discolored concrete wall,
I stare down into the sluggish green creek.
My eyes focus on faded beer cans,broken bottles,
And semi-shredded pampers.
My thoughts slide inevitably . . . more
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February 11, 2008 04:50 PM EST --
What started me writing was watching things disappear. The flowers on the dining table disappeared fast; the rubber plant on the radiator cover, more slowly. The gaunt woman in the black bonnet and . . . more
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April 08, 2008 06:09 AM EDT --
Debbie G. started a new group called "Growing Young Gatherers" and I thought it would be a fine place to feature some of the journal writers in my class. From the first day of kindergarden . . . more
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May 31, 2008 12:37 PM EDT --
She took the written test.
She took the polygraph.
She was interviewed by a panel of three, in an effort to determine, if she was a fit candidate to field emergency calls to 911...
Could . . . more
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June 11, 2008 12:28 AM EDT --
The days go by
relentless as they have
for what seems like and eternity now.
Now that I've had time
to think things over
with the scrutiny that I
usually do.
I realized how many things . . . more
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December 19, 2007 06:45 AM EST --
Black clouds swirl and whirl around until they
hover
and darken
the sunlight
The leaves rest-
less-
ly flutter
in an airless breeze that
whistles slightly in the window screen
and I can no longer . . . more
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July 30, 2008 09:28 PM EDT --
When they tore down the pub next door to school they left one long wall standing. The administration bought the land and set the children the task of painting a mural - angels, they decided, on a blue . . . more
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June 05, 2008 06:23 PM EDT --
Have you ever heard of
unconditional love?
Loving someone regardless
of what they may
or may not do.
I was once a believer
of this so called
Unconditional love.
But now,
I don't . . . more
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . . more
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June 09, 2008 04:48 PM EDT --
I can't believe it's been nearly two months to the day, since I was last able to find a moment to Gather....I've gone off the "Gather Grid" before when the Real World kicked . . . more
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April 30, 2008 03:25 AM EDT --
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child......but when I became an adult...." instead of putting away childish things, I tried to relive my childhood. I learned that childish pursuits are . . . more
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May 31, 2008 05:18 PM EDT --
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary huh? How long has it been now? Three, maybe two years since I last wrote in you. Two years in which things seemed to be . . . more
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March 24, 2008 10:04 PM EDT --
True, perfect love is rare. So rare, that I've never seen it between two people. Oh, I've seen love. The normal kind. The yes, I love you, until death do us part as long as you do what I . . . more
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May 16, 2008 08:19 PM EDT --
As many of you know on Gather, each day I teach two sessions of kindergarten. Recently, we received a grant from the state and next year, all day kindergarten will be intoduced in my town. . . . more
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May 26, 2008 05:17 PM EDT --
This Monday the Humor Gang slowed down a little probably because it's
Memorial Day and a holiday — and possibly because I didn't remind them. We are . . . more
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January 16, 2008 06:41 PM EST --
Invaluable, valueless, something that's unsought yet its essence sought after. Its truth loved after. Its presence felt rather seen. Unseen are the edges and sharp ends which slice and deceive cutting . . . more
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