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bluegrass

You spent days fixing up that banjo, days when I wasn’t allowed to see you. But those were the ones you were happiest. Strumming away playing bluegrassy folk music in your basement. Whiskey and pipe tobacco, but you’ve never been to the South.

» Posted By Claire Marie On 09.08.2013 @ 10:58 am

With roots deep. Some days I hate working at the Credit Union, but that’s grassroots. I grew up too country for all of this. Maybe that’s why I crave the city. There’s a beat instead of strumming, and banjos just make me sad.

» Posted By Claire Marie On 09.08.2013 @ 10:52 am

clamp

Press down. Wake up again with your teeth mashed into the sides of your cheeks. You cannot breathe. It’s better than last night, gagged mouth and clamps. You bite for freedom. Your jaw clenches, unclenches and you move because you can.

» Posted By Claire Marie On 08.04.2013 @ 11:17 am

cast

He cast the line into the pale green sea.
“What about Marley,” I asked, watching the old man.
“It’s too late for her Canson. We lost her long ago. Her heart and soul belonged to Rooney, and when he left, she left with him.”
The sun was beginning to rise, sending shimmering diamonds onto the water.
“I miss her,” I told him quietly, my voice trailing off.
“Nothing we can do now boy. The best we can do is giver her all our love. Act like we believe she is still here, still the same, even though she’s not.”

» Posted By Claire Marie On 07.06.2011 @ 9:10 pm

station

It was there that I saw her first,
hair cropped short,
skirt billowing
around her knees.
She stood,
shoulders hunched
in a way
that kept the outside
away,
her soul contained.
A tattered suitcase
sat by her feet,
her eyes
wree filled
with sorrow
and weighted
with a lifetime
of secrets.
In was in that moment,
waiting for a train
that would take me away
that I wanted to
move in
to her.

» Posted By Claire Marie On 06.14.2011 @ 8:16 pm

orchid

May I bloom for you???
Or am I too bright for you,
too soft,
too fragile.
Don’t ask me why I do these things
I respond by instinct
Opening to the sun
for nourishment.

» Posted By Claire Marie On 10.07.2009 @ 4:40 pm

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