Writer. Demand Poet.
Elizabeth Howard’s online Gratitude log
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A chopped up
Christmas carol
Then
Hurrays and oh-my-
Goshes,
Then
Assorted giggles and
HAHAHAHs
Break from a
Passing argument and
Float from the
Other room.
Dandelion seeds
On a wind.
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I’m writing small stones as part … Read the rest “The Other Room — small stone”
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— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge … Read the rest “Gingerbread tag — small stone 2”
The bird who dove across
Hwy 34 exit toward downtown
New Haven — the interchange
New to the interstate that
Flies over gravity’s expectations —
The bird who ignited herself
From some hidden nest to climb
In tandem with the … Read the rest “The Bird Didn’t Care”
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I don’t mean to be crass
It’s just that
I’ve been alone all day and
I’ve got all these words
Clattering around inside me: mean,
Rusted out shards of
Everyday life tossed in a big ole
Heap, and so… Read the rest “I Don’t Mean to Be Crass”
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There’s reasons to get up. The
Have-tos, especially, drag me
Out of bed, and the little voice
Chirping from the other room. There’s
Reasons to untie myself from the
Sheet: my own needs and the
Dog’s. And sometimes it’s … Read the rest “Waking Up To a Thunderstorm”