Tag: prose
member name: Susan Pattishall
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April 28, 2006 12:46 PM EDT --
If life was about stuff that was phony, like roses amidst cacophony;
It gets better.
If you lost all the good stuff on the road, and you feel like a toad;
It gets better.
If you love someone so much . . .
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September 21, 2006 01:57 PM EDT --
It wasn't like evaporation, yet it was, and it was the wind blowing away the sand of time. The same thing was true as emerald grasses on the hills, true as soft, cirrus-accented, blue skies meeting . . .
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December 06, 2006 04:36 PM EST --
Do you ever wonder why there are so many languages, or languages in plenty?
Was it because, in the very first days of human-like speech, the ideas were so many?
Did the people with the many ideas separate . . .
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May 04, 2006 06:24 PM EDT --
Oh brightest star, Earth is out in heaven. A wild world born is still a world. World, why won't I please organize the features in the order of lightest to darkest? Will the darkness devour me? . . .
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March 27, 2006 01:46 PM EST --
Memories.
They help to
live . . .
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May 03, 2006 02:30 PM EDT --
The hugeness of the passing vehicle was terrifying to the little mouse on the skate being pulled by a string.
There is a mystery about being a 'planetarian' (new word) and the planet being your . . .
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May 03, 2006 07:42 PM EDT --
When a serious writer has to hone two skills
at one time,
The realism of potent current events and the
hopefully skillful feat of adding the satirical
touch sublime,
It is to portray the softening effect, . . .
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March 15, 2006 11:34 AM EST --
I heard a minstrels' music in hot soul.
In tune to my reverie
The tune arose from the forest like a jazz foal,
Like the touch of mystery,
And my lover I could not find.
Then, in such fine weather, . . .
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March 15, 2006 12:11 PM EST --
As I run in and out of moonlight,
by the knotty gnarling sight
of the Ancients' withering whisper,
the arboreal lands of fertile soil,
are rocks and stones of clamorless toil_breakers and silent surfer. . . .
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March 21, 2006 09:49 AM EST --
All rights reserved. © Susan E. Pattishall
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December 10, 2005 02:27 PM EST --
Everyone sees someone strange.
It must be this werewolf.
It must be the shell through which I cannot penetrate_
My blanketed self.
The monument walls_
The hardest paths to follow
Swarm across my mind . . .
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January 28, 2006 11:42 AM EST --
I want to go home so much. I have wanted to go home ever since I got here in 1991. I was born in Washington, DC, but I am in Maryland. I cannot remember the first time we . . .
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January 28, 2006 10:41 AM EST --
The
Nature
of
Shadows
Only a Wizard is
excellent enough
to reckon with the
spiritual world, as
is the Goddess who
is not evil or demonic,
but is she who comes
from . . .
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March 21, 2006 09:40 AM EST --
1.
I came upon the castle ruins left standing in . . .
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