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AGE: 36
LOC: Dingmans Ferry, PA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: October 28

The unexpected flash of tangerine upon turning a country corner in the Fall. The sounds of a loved one by your side upon waking. Deer bedding down below your window at night. Sunlight warming air and grass, making you beg for more before the chill of November. The pungent essence of an unexpected flavor filling your palate during a meal by yourself. We all experience similar things every day. But that doesn’t mean that we really take them in and savor them. Appreciate them. It’s about time we do. For more on me and what I’m writing go to my blog at:

www.excavatingthepoetwithin.blogspot.com

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Poetry / Notebooks, Toothpicks and the Houses that Shelter Them.
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A cruel game of pick-up sticks cover mountainsides. The aftermath of a logging culture patchworks, hillsides and mountains. Creates bald spots no one even tries to hide. Spires and snags- green and brown in high-noon sunlight can do nothing against the power of men with chainsaws, a logging truck or a helicopter. As if thrown by a greedy child’s hand, bodies lie askew atop defiled ground. Thumps of vegetal flesh echo when stacked on trucks. I drive highways and back woods country ro...
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Poetry / The Christmas Fire
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is burning warming cold feet illuminating experience-burned faces hearts and hands interlocked in joy at the having of something recently fleeting We all bring what we can Food and drink are passed But don’t stay long in one’s hands alone Sharing here is mandatory the cold wind blows around as the sun dips below the lightened horizon whose inevitable darkening automatically signals the fear of not knowing But not tonight. At least not for now. Here, the cold wind doesn’t...
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Journalism / The Joy of Age: Wine Review
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The first thought that popped into my head upon sniffing the cork (and we all do this...) was "Borkum Riff" Cherry Pipe tobacco. My mother’s first impression was "church wine!" We all know that the enjoyment of wine and food are intimately personal experiences for all; Hence my mother's and my reactions. But notice where each reaction harkens back to. Childhood. When I was a child, my father smoked Borkum Riff pipe tobacco. When my mother was a child, she went to a c...
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Poetry / Summer Storm
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Like a sumo wrestler, it encroaches upon the house. Thumps of thunder interspersed by quiet. Too close flashes of electricity sizzle through the trees as the next whomp of a footfall approaches. Forceful gusts enter through the back porch to escape through the squeaking front door. The shotgun-straight path funnels air quickly and rattles screens in and out with each push onward. Behind the house, over the small lake of the backyard you feel, hear the power of gathering wind. It races up t...
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Poetry / Bathing in Glaciers
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Among these razor sharp peaks rugged miles lay behind me. Dappled in trees valleys undulate with the land. Trails stitch together this landscape fractured by streams, rivers, lakes teeming with life. Surrounded by water, stone, tough vegetation petite petals spring forth. Nature has worked all spring for this instant. Worked to produce this impermanent moment of attraction. I am attracted. The bee is attracted. Among these razor sharp peaks lay the soft cushion of mosses. Hiding in f...
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Poetry / Breakthrough
by mckinleycooper
Hey there! You have something here...but it's not ready yet. The first stanza is great. I get a strong visual of a man finally understanding "what happened" and praying to be able to see through the storm. The title and all the lines of the first stanza get me there. The second stanza continues that vein... But it is with the third stanza that I disconnect with the piece. The language of that stanza is mostly "pretty and insipid" I hate (and love) that last term...it is so judgmental... I jus...
Poetry / Feels like Fate
by carljp
The title seems a bit...weak. As a reader...I pick what I read by how the title strikes me. I'm kinda snobby that way. I'm the same way (as we all are) about book covers... I never do this...but I took most of the piece to dissect it. Hope that's ok? "on the very same day that we blew a whole in the atmosphere," (maybe state here that it's amazing that God wanted them to meet even as "mankind" was blowing holes in the atmosphere...) the universe rushed in (over?) to greet us on (during ?) thi...
Poetry / Peanut Butter and Tequila
by acdoyler
Oh my christ! (My god- now I've done it twice- :) I hope you're not religious?)This is so great! I'm not going to go into reams of why it's so great...I'm going to go into the piece and let you know what works and why and what doesn't work and why. First stanza sets the stage for her energy and electricity. She's a bombshell, inside and out, and you let us know from the go... Stanza two supports that with beautiful language like "she tripped down my halls elegant and moonstruck". I can see he...
Flash Fiction / Venus vs. Mars? Stick it up Uranus! (V3)
by Johnsienoel
...Hehe. I scrolled up ad down a few times to make sure I was reading the right piece. Talk about engaging the reader. You got me second guessing myself (which is not hard these days.) I too am a veteran of the "online" dating scene. But I do have to say I have met some of my best friends that way lately so I look at it with a kinder heart than most. That being said I loved this! I wanted it to continue...but feel that you ended it at the appropriate time hence it's proper placement in Flash ...
Poetry / A Familiar Foe
by Joel_Mitt
You seem to have a keen sense of beautiful word choice...but I would beware of how much you use it per line. Most of the lines seem to be missing a coherent connection to subject. as the reader I am left wondering what this was all about...a lot of emotion without much tangible connection to life or what what the reader might connect to their existence. I guess what I am trying to say is that much of the content is too vague. All the beautiful verbage in the world won't help the reader connec...
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