Monthly Archives: April 2010

Licking Her Wounds

Posted on April 25, 2010 by pdxwriters

Licking her wounds New found freedom of bare chest Heartbeat so close, delight A woman without her breasts Newfound freedom of bare chest As a girl child, born again A woman without her breasts Is fully sensual, free of weight, … Continue reading →

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Boston

Posted on April 25, 2010 by pdxwriters

Swan Boats in the Public Garden, Quincy Market, Faneuil Hall. Taxis take sidewalks, dart around double-parked cars. Drivers follow the rules: horns first, sign language second, breaks a last resort. Cobblestone streets, Cambridge across the Charles. A city where the … Continue reading →

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Flashbacks

Posted on April 25, 2010 by pdxwriters

The memories arrived in little staccato notes, lingering in the air, in front of the window of her eyes, un-scheduled, interrupting. She had tried to censor them, to re-direct them, but they seemed to obey some higher order, some greater … Continue reading →

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Winnemucca

Posted on April 25, 2010 by pdxwriters

We broke our roadtrip rule that day: Off the road by three o’clock at a motel with a pool. We were ready to get home. After the ticket in Yankee Blade You swore you would never complain again When I … Continue reading →

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Odd Jobs from Jenn’s Tues. memoir

Posted on April 19, 2010 by pdxwriters

I really don’t remember how long it was before I removed my head from the sand to take a peek at the wonderful world of telemarketing again but believe it or not, I wound up answering another tiny classified ad … Continue reading →

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Oklahoma Camping

Posted on April 17, 2010 by pdxwriters

I remember driving to Oklahoma with the Oosterwijks to camp for a long weekend. It was October, not really the time anymore. The mornings in Dallas were hard-edged with frost. Layered in my standard grunge flannels, for once the uniform … Continue reading →

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