Author: lucindaw

  • Fire and Ice

    BY ROBERT FROST Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

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  • Words

    I think if there was one rule in life it should be that no one can say anything about anyone else unless they’re standing there in front of them. This fails to apply if you are saying very complementary things about someone else but it’s nicer to say it to their face. It seems to […]

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  • Speed Limit

        I love a man who understands speed limits. I encountered such a man in my life recently. There’s definitely a spark. But he has a speed limit. How unusual. It’s like leaving a piece of candy uneaten on a plate for several hours. Or refusing to finish a great book. Instead of rushing […]

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  • About last night


  • She had to stay home

    She realized she had to stay home from here on out. When she went out to social events the words hurt her ears and penetrated her brain. She was no longer one of them and had become “other”. Generally this meant instant social ostracism but they made excuses for her. She was fragile . If […]

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  • I Am Poem

    I Am Poem

    By: Zandr Mehran, age 9I am happyI wonder how earth started because now one knowsI hear Mrs. Puljiz talking about animals which makes me think of how they lose there homeI see the yellow bee that crashed on the tableI want to be happy for the animalsI am happyI pretended that there is a big […]

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  • The End of the World

    The End of the World

    Around 8:30 PM she breathed a sigh of relief as in 90 minutes her head would hit the pillow and the illumination of the world would end.Over the years she had tried a few things to help her sleep: milk, cookies, magnesium, men, books, and various sleep technicians. None of this had helped her yet […]

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  • My Birth

    My mother’s father, Samuel Joseph Cawley, died three days before I was born and was buried in a paupers grave in Van Nys, California, alone and still drunk so the embalmer had it easy. My mother went into labor etherized and alone, and, hearing “ it’s a girl”, sighed into her peignoir and turned her […]

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  • Far away city

    Far away city

    Far away city with dreams that went to sleep

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  • Water Again

    When I first tasted your skin It was covered in water. Remember water? It was hard to describe but it was free. Lakes are craters even now. A child asks who pulled the drain plug as you drive by. There is deep sadness in the retreating water, a reluctant path of tears sinking into the […]

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