Tag: life
member name: JOHN BECK
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October 27, 2009 12:39 AM EDT --
" This week's prompt is also a bit different. We're going to take Gatherland into a different place. There is no internet, no cell phones, no texting and no cars. We will exist . . .
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September 23, 2009 06:00 AM EDT --
Forty seven
Year adventure
Heaven sent her.
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September 08, 2008 11:03 PM EDT --
Years ago the wife of a college and friend was diagnosed with inoperable cancer. Many people have trouble visiting people who know they're going to die, so she didn't have a lot of visitors. . . .
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March 07, 2009 09:05 AM EST --
Susan Bunig challenged us with this poetry form. Although a terza rima can have lines of any length, some are written in iambic pentameter as I have here, in which case the lines must be of equal . . .
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August 21, 2009 09:31 PM EDT --
Ned Olson sang the old Welch hymn in his cherubic soprano voice, bringing tears to the eyes of the largely elderly congregation. He could not know that in twelve years he would be facing a . . .
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November 06, 2008 11:36 PM EST --
She tried
He threatened her
Over and over she pleaded
He was released
She died
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November 12, 2008 09:21 PM EST --
(Latin). While we live, let us enjoy life. The motto of Dr. Doddridge's coat of arms, which he converted into the subjoined epigram —
`Live, while you live,' the epicure would say, . . .
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December 14, 2008 08:22 AM EST --
It was always a possibility. If she could just be sustained until the malady ran its course, she could return home to her husband and daughter. But for now there was . . .
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April 30, 2009 12:21 PM EDT --
She wondered if I’d notice as she slipped out of the room
Perhaps I was flirtaceous and preoccupied with self
An egocentric, insecure, gregarious buffoon.
Or was the “other woman” . . .
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October 13, 2008 12:25 AM EDT --
Since this is intended for hospital-associated people who knew Marisse, I feel that in posting it here, some explanation is in order.
First the sonnet. So much poetry currently . . .
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