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  • Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.

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  • Jokes at storywrite
    The day my life broke apart, Mary and I were just finishing up our chores. Mrs. Hammon, our employer, was looking after her ill father and her husband probably found a bar to e
  • The Papers at storywrite
    The day that the papers came wasn’t as bad as the day Colin first learned of the news. Lois, his wife, had told him not to complain when they arrived. He agreed with this idea
  • Attempted Escape at storywrite
    She ran through the forest, her stockings full of holes and her feet bleeding. She had lost her slippers during the chase and prayed that they would not use her shoes to follow

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  • on As It Was Written by Anne Sexton, on October 10, 2005
    I love me some Anne Sexton and no doubt, this is a great choice for old poem of the day. Such lovely and painful lines (very common with Sexton's poetry). Splendid. Absolutely splendid.

    ~CT

  • on Amaze by Adelaide Crapsey, on August 13, 2005
    A very strong cinquain, each word holding a different meaning. I had to read this poem a couple of times to get a good grasp of the meaning but I think finally have it. I'll try to break it down in groups of lines:

    Line 1:

    I know

    Here we have established a speaker. A first person speaker. Still, we need to read on to line 2.

    Not these my hands

    Here we are getting a little more. The tone from line 1 to line 2 has changed greatly. What we thought was knowledge turns out to be the opposite. The speaker doesn't recognize her hands. Moving on to line 3:

    And yet I think there was

    Line 3 takes us back in time. First two lines were in the present, line 3 is in the past.

    A woman like me once had hands

    Again, this reiterates the past. We're still there and now we know that the speaker is reflecting on herself. She ends it with line 5.

    Like these.

    This cinquain goes back in time. The speaker probably has gotten older and is remembering in the past when she used to be young and saw hands (perhaps a grandmother's) like the ones she has now. She is sad. She is upset by the change yet recognizes it. Maybe not at first but later. A very deep cinquain with many layers to it.

    ~CT

  • on Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling, on April 2, 2005
    Definitely a great poem. Says a good deal in a good way too. Very inspiring, Mr. Kipling. A pity I never could say this to you in your face.

    ~CT

  • on A Radio With Guts by Charles Bukowski, on March 10, 2005
    Wow, this guy was amazing. I doubt I could ever write like him, drunk or sober. As a drunk, I'd have more grammatical errors too. Amazing stuff though.

    ~CT