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Tag Archives: alone
I was cleaning out my fiction and poetry files this weekend in preparation of renewing my efforts and found this weird little poem I wrote on Oct. 16, 1995. In fact, I don’t remember writing it. It’s in my handwriting … Continue reading
This was written May 18, 1984. I stand alone, as I always will. Friends come and go, but all the while I stand alone. Just a molecule of air, am I, tossed about by the wind. I see, and know, … Continue reading
The imagery of a lonely old house always grabs me. I take pictures of them when I see them. And they often put in an appearance in my writing. Here’s a case in point. Towering, it stands. Long driveway spirals … Continue reading
Written in 1983, this poem was en experiment in a syllable structured poetry. Each section follows a 4-6-2 pattern. In addition, this poem is related to a short story I wrote for a class. I no longer have it as … Continue reading
Written Feb. 7, 1983. I stay inside the dark and weary castle keep. It is lonely. I know loneliness. She is my friend. Outside is cold. There are many vicious things out there. The many pronged whip that beats on … Continue reading
Written in 1983 .. inspired by the cover of my copy of Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. He stands alone in a field of grass and flowers. Pants, too big, hang from brown suspenders. Solemn, in his face. Is the … Continue reading