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New homeThis lifeless sphereMade ours by blood, sweat, willOur children will range across the starsEndless “Today’s writing prompt was to write an American Cinquain, a five line poem with the syllable structure 2-4-6-8-2, on connections. I suck at poems. My mind is walking through my last piece, New Sheriff in Town. This poem written by
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Heavy unbearably heavy Weighing down your limbs Pressing down your lids Laying across your chest When you know you must to get up and do all the things that need to be done Light incredibly light Light as a sun faded photograph Light enough to slip into a pocket and be carried everywhere Light as
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The day was bleeding out against the dark sky in ribbons of magenta and gold. The boys ran in small packs of four or five. More dangerous together than apart. Tennyson was the new kid. Justin had vouched for him but that only got him to the circle in woods not in the inside. The
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Rascal— We thought of you today. I love you. I think of you everyday. Love, Mom Charlie walked towards the rain streaked handmade sign. It was roughly taped to a traffic signal. Closely he peered at the words, tracing the familiar handwriting was a dirty finger. Charlie remembered grocery lists and birthday cards. Memories
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An awkward silence lays awake between the warm sheets. Joseph wrapped his arms around Millie’s waist pulling her closer. “Don’t worry it happens to every man once in a while.” Millie is answered by a soft volley of snores. “I love you so much. That’s what’s important,” Millie said as Joseph pretended to sleep.
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“Thank you for inviting us to the party. The gingerbread was excellent. Next week the potluck is at our place,” Cassidy shouted across the driveway to Patsy, her next door neighbor. She dragged the trash can down to the curb. Wrapping her polka dotted robe tighter around her doughy middle, she waved to Mr. Miller
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