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A toast to the blues
I got myself together, you know what that's about.
I showed the blues to the door and ushered them out.
I shut the door and locked it, so I was safe inside.
But there was blues in my kitchen, looking me in the eye.
I said, "How did you get here, when I just threw you out?"
The blues said, "There's a way, Slim, with any old house."
"You may live inside a castle, you may live in a shack.
Throw me out the front door and I come in the back.
"If there is no back door, then a window will do.
And you won't even hear me, in my cat burglar shoes.
"If there is no back door and no windows at all,
I come like electric current, through the socket in the wall.
"And if you have no sockets and you have no juice,
one door and no windows - then you really have the blues."
There was no more to say, and there was nothing to do.
I poured some wine in a glass, and said, "Blues, here's to you."
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keep or take awayI watch as far as the apple tree
then turn to the dark-eyed house--
a shawl of years, a stir of dust,
the tea gone cold and bitter.
Because I am tired I will not sow--
unharrowed fields, and dry.

RejectionI am going to tackle a difficult and sensitive topic this month - rejection. None of us like to be rejected in any situation, under any circumstances. We associate rejection with failure, loss, inadequacy, and a host of other negative feelings. We can be rejected by lovers, friends, family, spouses, parents, employers, co-workers...and each one feels like a betrayal.
As writers we also face the possible rejection of our work; and that rejection is often the most devastating. Our poems and stories are deeply personal. The spring from experiences, feelings, dreams, demons, hopes and wishes...all glossed by the fertile brush of our imagination.They are our children. So it is little wonder that when they are declined, or returned with a polite (but terse) "Thanks, but no thanks", we feel like we have been insulted. A small chunk of us - a small chunk that contains a piece of heart and soul - has just been rejected. Naturally that means our work is not good enough...we are without talent an

LionA lion paces beneath my window,
occasionally looking up.
Should I let him in?
The day is bright and mellow,
he looks harmless enough in this light
What do you think?
Oh. He's eating the postman.
Nevermind.

Taking a ride
I was riding my red bicycle, going down those power lines,
obeying the speed limits and reading all the signs.

I'd been to see Big Serious and now I was headed home,
sometimes being with that guy will make you feel alone.

My ice cream started melting, and so I ate it up,
my favorite flavor - ginger - in a cone and not a cup.

My consciousness was smiling, my heart was open wide,
I began to have the feeling Lord Ganesh was by my side.

The power lines, they took me home, and I was glad to see
my dearest one was waiting there to shine her light on me.
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CHARLES BUKOWSKIso you wanna be a writer?
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.
don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
do

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something that happenedmy grandfather's brother lost both of his twin daughters to suicide, one at 17, the other at 20. every year on their birthday, he used to climb this hill behind his property and tie ribbons around the two trees that stood there, that he had planted the year they were born.
i happened to be visiting on the day that would have been their 58th birthday. he had suffered a stroke during the past year, and his mobility had been weakened, so he asked me to climb the hill and tie the ribbons while he said his prayer from the foot of the hill. i can't forget the image: these two mature trees, so close their branches mingled, trunks wrapped in ribbons, most frayed and loosened by years of wind, some decades old, colorless and fallen on the dirt around the bases of the trees.
this was the first time i thought about how the years of someone's life might look when left behind. it took me forever because i was so nervous. when we walked back to his house, and he was wiping tears out of the corners o

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She Had Becomeone of those women
who populate myth.
You know the kind I mean.
Often incomparable beauties
but not necessarily.
The ones you never identify with.
The ones from which you feel
safe and remote,
in your big comfy chair,
with your cup of sweet tea
and your plate of cinnamon toast.
The hard-featured ones
that stride past beggars
with a spit and a frown
when they should better have smiled
and offered their last crust of bread,
or a bright silver coin.
There might be redemption,
but it would take some work,
there were no guarantees,
it was probably going to hurt
and she would definitely get
dirty.

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"the hum of memories in my guts
played me the symphony you wrote
into my lungs without even thinking.
the parallel marks on the inside of
my forearm whispered your habits
and reminded me that you are more
than just a set of teeth & smooth skin."
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""You're the best thing
and the worst thing
that ever happened to me,"
he whispered into the night
giving love in parentheses,
and I fit just under his arm."

"I'm up on the twelfth floor, the roof level,
of the abandoned Plaza Grecia Hotel,
and I'm watching them while I eat
soup out of a can with two fingers wrapped in cellophane.
They pause, and trade places, and the nervous
little bucking continues as I roll tobacco
pilfered from half

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For a while it will seem as if I was never coming home,
like summer or a childhood dream.
Your toes twist in the September sand and the chill reminds you
that some thoughtless time, some apple-scented eve
the old dog will growl low; the night shadows will stir;
moths will dart desperate through an open door--
and you will watch solitude disappear
like broken, restless love.

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`ArtByCher Aug 19, 2012 Traditional Artist

Nice, Kate. Some great visual writing going on here

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*pyrrhite Aug 19, 2012

Hi Chery, thank you.

Hope you're doing well!

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*dragon-fly-to-me Aug 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

mmhumm...My broken, restless love seems to invite solitude.
Yep.
Nice work, Katie.

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*pyrrhite Aug 19, 2012

Thank you Jessica.
We need a Love Repairman.

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*dragon-fly-to-me Aug 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

mmmhumm...that would be nice.
And I totally love James Taylor. What a smooth voice...wow.

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*beeinthebottle Aug 15, 2012 Writer

Beautiful.

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*pyrrhite Aug 16, 2012

Thank you LisaBee.

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*low-kee--Poetry Aug 15, 2012 Professional Writer

Nice Katie.

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*pyrrhite Aug 16, 2012

Thank you Doug.

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*low-kee--Poetry Aug 16, 2012 Professional Writer

you're welcome Katie.

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