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Alicia Member
since 2002-03-22
Posts 279
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there are places where forests deep as death hide secrets: where single roads all dirt and curdled, discourage intervention. where the cries of wildlife (so newly skinned and thinning) echo monsters and trace spines like an old avenue worn. here, a mad man (or father), could get away with things could line small children in a row, two three and a mother - who was small and scared enough to count as one and aim. where a man with ammunition and a razor sharp mouth could bite your tongue for saying a word or not saying a word. here, a mad man, a truly angry sad man could use weapons and wicked laughter to put his woman in line. or fists and furniture depending on his mood. here, he could make a fire large enough to swallow sin, hot enough to burn away the barrel marks the sweating garbage of a month’s mistakes and we, we could bury the cat that he killed to punish us without explaining to the neighbors how it died how we were sorry and we were - we swung in the hollow, soiled basement where he barely fit and imagined some place else - we swallowed pebbles as if they were wishes, could get us out of there or pieces of a god who cared enough. and there were times when we were promised heaven or something close enough, something softer - instead: we rode scars and fevered bruises into midnight drove our fingers into our ears until we reached our senses, turned them off - and told no one. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I too, am speechless. I feel like this just branded me. sigh |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Alicia To write of this, is a lesson for me in truth of art...and amazing. It is hard to know what to say.  |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
Oh! If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
A very strong...very compelling write. (Your talent is showing) Haven't seen you around for ages, happy to read you again. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
this deserves more praise than my small words can offer |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
an exceptional write that would touch anyone's heart ( except maybe that father) M |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Alicia, once again you've reached into the murky waters of a deep dark well, one we never want to admit exists, yet cannot deny. And what you bring up from the depths *sighs* makes this heart shudder, not wanting to sip the reality, but somehow thirsting for the knowing. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
as always, Alicia... you leave me speechless. Maree Well I see you doing, What I try to do for me, With the words from a poet, And a voice from a choir, And a melody, nothing else matters. ~Stevie Nicks |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
a voice in the darkness and night wind screams for something to be done to teach a manditory parenting class in schools or at least make everyone aware of the ripple effects...have you read "Five People You Meet in Heaven"? Great little easy read... Love and hugs for an exceptionally well done write |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
and there were times when we were promised heaven or something close enough, something softer - instead: we rode scars and fevered bruises into midnight drove our fingers into our ears until we reached our senses, turned them off - and told no one. You give voice now to the cries that were swallowed ... This really is a great work, it goes right into the heart and asks for action to prevent such deep pain. Love, Margherita |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Alicia, this is painful to read...powerful! can only imagine how so for you. "drove our fingers into our ears until we reached our senses, turned them off..." Rf |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Some never rid themselves of the dirt from the warren. It takes time to realize one didn't sully themselves but wore the smudge so long it was accepted as a birth mark. Your imagery is succinct and brutal. Frozen fear, stark paralysis no escape from the shadows..it was all here. Violence doesn't always need to land a blow to do its crud, a furled fist, a growl or even bearing witness to it when directed elsewhere. I still remember the hidden blow to my stomach every time the ol' man's car hit the gravel in the driveway. |
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Robert Joseph Member
since 2000-10-07
Posts 491South Carolina |
Your words are paint, creating a most vivid and engaging canvas of life - solemn, and entrapping as it often can be. A consuming body of work! Robert Joseph |
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Alicia Member
since 2002-03-22
Posts 279 |
thank you for reading, writing. yes. this comes from someplace stronger than it has in the past i think, and it's obvious too in the way that it is more direct, focused and somehow lean. as opposed to a tangled, angry mess that creates walls and makes the thing inaccessible.?. wow. see you out there. |
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