Tag: love
member name: Corinna Parr
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July 24, 2009 12:34 AM EDT --
While this new fire burns, casts its light on your face, I will learn every crease, every worry tucked within. And what of your hands, what of these knuckles, large and calloused pearls that never knew . . .
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August 29, 2009 05:45 PM EDT --
I have brushed my hair to sleekness made my skin supple with oil; will you feel the heat of my palms and not these cool, shaking fingers? How swiftly the sun now speeds to its bed; hungry for home, . . .
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September 23, 2007 10:40 AM EDT --
"That's the funny moon, Mama," he said,
"He wants to come home with us."
But of course he does--
Make this little man laugh
And you find yourself drunk on dimples.
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December 02, 2007 04:09 PM EST --
Be still, my love, hold this moment
on your tongue, like sugar
or adoration.
They come so few and far between
that each is worthy of being
cast in bronze.
Words will have to do.
We have just . . .
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September 25, 2007 06:35 PM EDT --
I used to watch the smoke from my mother's cigarette in the lamp light,
Silver threads twining through amber.
Up it went, curling under the shade, coiling serpentine runes in the air,
Ghostlike but . . .
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October 21, 2007 08:36 PM EDT --
How many poets have we forgotten? The answer is too many. I have a very large book of poetry, titled "World Poetry, An Anthology of Verse from Antiquity to Our Time". I stole this book from . . .
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October 22, 2007 10:50 PM EDT --
I remember when I first came to really believe in magic. It was the summer after I turned five years old. My family lived on the Air Force base at Colorado Springs. Stepping outside of our front door, . . .
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September 12, 2007 09:38 AM EDT --
I choose the simplest words to speak of my care for you.
Not simple for the sake of ease
For there is nothing easy in this.
But simple for what I want from it.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you... . . .
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June 08, 2008 10:32 AM EDT --
Dry petals danced across the pavement, and I thought of you,
As I did when the crumbled sunlight fell against old red brick.
There is this city and then there is our city, the one walked
Hand in . . .
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June 11, 2009 03:41 PM EDT --
When I slip my fingers into his pocket and fill my palm with the concealed curve of muscle there-- sweet flesh, firm in both laughter and passion-- I feel leashed to my maker, and only occasionally . . .
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June 27, 2009 10:05 PM EDT --
Amor mío, you have been too long away. Por el amor de una rosa, el jardinero es servidor de mil espinas; I would feel their sting.
¡Ay cariño! La lengua es la piel del alma, . . .
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January 13, 2008 03:23 PM EST --
Margaret Atwood is perhaps best known for her book The Handmaid's Tale and though she's still living, I thought she's worthy of an article for my group, Ancient Voices. Her prose is written . . .
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