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ThePuddlewonderPress Writing: Esperanza
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She said, “I believe,” and too eagerly, I answered, “I believe you,” but it was only in the resulting silence between us, that I began to understand what Esperanza really meant. Ella dijo, sí creo y sin pensarlo, respondí, sí creo en ti. Sin embargo, fue solo a causa del silencio que resultó entre nosotros, que comprendí en realidad lo que Esperanza quizo decir.]. Hmmm, sounds just as beautiful in Spanish. February 9, 2010 at 12:06 AM. February 9, 2010 at 10:22 AM. February 10, 2010 at 2:16 AM.
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ThePuddlewonderPress Photography: The PWP Has Moved
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The PWP Has Moved. Hi everyone. The Puddlewonder Press has moved to puddlewonderpress.com. Please look for me here:.
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ThePuddlewonderPress Writing: The Skin of a Pear
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The Skin of a Pear. Creased skin of his hands turns tan-dark to white. On a sudden line along the lengthy age of fingertips. The pear cups the palm. Comes apart between thumb and straight-edge. Desert is the oldest skin. Horizon-line cups sun-curve to grain. Palm creases and fingerprints. Shift granular with the sudden turn. Of snowblind to night. See sandy yellow roundness. Curved like her hip. The pear feeds his age. Gives water to the open skins of his life. But he shakes his head. A name on his lips.
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ThePuddlewonderPress Writing: Ginger
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There was this woman. Her name was Ginger. She liked to walk in the rain. It didn’t matter how hard the downpour or how miserable the drizzle, step after step, she walked, occasionally glancing up to catch a few drops on her face. People would line up on the sides of the street under the shelter of awnings and deep doorways and call out to her, "Get out the rain! It’s bad for you! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8226; Here and There. 8226; The Skin of a Pear. 8226; The Space Between.
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ThePuddlewonderPress Writing: Seven Years Before Tuesday
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Seven Years Before Tuesday. The three boys ramble up the street like some kind of odd camel, the tall one leading the borrowed grocery cart packed high with empties, the smaller two pushing from the handlebar like hind quarters, laboring in steady unison. They hug the curb and nearly pitch when one of the wheels wedges in a storm drain, bringing the awkward camel to a stop. 8220;Dime each,” says the third boy, without turning, “Weeks? 8220;How much, the cans and metal? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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ThePuddlewonderPress Writing: The Weeping Tree
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The oak darkens, a shadow amid creeping shadows just past the tree-line where her family’s farm ends. It is not a big tree, not half-way grown, but strong enough to climb and tall enough that even in the fading day its uppermost leaves are crowned with fire-light from the setting sun. But it is the tears that bring her here. Could i love you unseeing. Through twilight and the fog. Under the weight of falling stars. That once we reached. So high so much so. So far from our small unknowing. She didn’...
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ThePuddlewonderPress Writing: The PWP Has Moved
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The PWP Has Moved. Hi everyone. The Puddlewonder Press has moved to puddlewonderpress.com. Please look for me here:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8226; Here and There. 8226; The Skin of a Pear. 8226; The Space Between. 8226; Writing Home. 8226; Seven Years Before Tuesday. 8226; The Weeping Tree.
