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Need Submissions! For Hot Valley Writers, the oh so cool online lit magazine
Yes, it's that time again. Submissions open until June 1. Short fiction, non-fiction, and poetry. Please join us. Questions, PM me. Thanks! http://www.hotvalleywriters.com/
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What's the point?
There’s a pool I hardly use there are dresses in the closet I haven’t worn yet there is a bicycle that needs some action! what am I doing? I need to use the nice things I have I need to appreciate the good in my life what about the china that is dusty in the cabinet? what about the walks I’ve yet to take? What about the…
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ya ya
remember when we would create? yeah, I don't either I don't remember much except for fanfare on riverboats random earthly flagstuff scattered like display alas we were barely in whatever can be a shot ear, whiskey, a wait we were what was called john barleycorn in love (or so it's called by name) what i don't have is what…
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pain's center
alive not living caged up & small something like a parakeet twisted sick wings no fly going just clouds sometimes pass over lifespan dancers file & fill razorblades while a grandmother's wind up ballerina musical jewelry box takes a dive for the floor
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Sell some rare but cool itrms
I have some cool and rare items is look to sell based on still looking for work. Very rare cd cover hunger strike signed by 5 members and 6 members signed an 8x10 pic oh temple of the dog. I also have a Chris Cornell signed pic with him and Eddie in stage. Think it's a shot fro PJ20 the movie and I also have a pic signed…
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From the Archives: Backstage at Ann Arbor '94
A long, long time ago, when the Pearl Jam board was called Synergy, I used to write Pearl Jam Fan Fiction of a sort, mostly in connection with a particular show. I just unearthed some of them, and thought I would share. Remember this is like 2000-01, so there may be references specific to what we were discussing on the…
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Being Alive
the day beckons me Calls me by name. I cannot hear her shout. I lose the battle. I wrestle my demons, The struggle from within. In the shadows, hide, While life passes by. What is my purpose? Why am I here? What did I do, To deserve this hell? Sunlight wages war unseen, Through my soul's windowscreen. Though I want it, I…
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The Awakening
Well hidden lies, confusion of truth slung arrows through heart the dream now dead. Poison is your soul darkens all in your wake. Storming seas swirling attempt to swallow those that are whole. The beacon of light that awaits on the shore called her back in. Cradling her gently with wings of white light of the awakening
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69
we slowed the march to look above we looked up into the sky with no idea not even a thought we never thought we would die. it was the spring of 68 before the coming change the worlds eyes were upon us yet we could not imagine what would come to pass in the blink of an eye with all we say and do. simple pleasures that hide…
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To my Step Mom on Mother's Day
To my Step Mom. Thank you for being there when my biological mother was too out of her mind on drugs to realize what she was missing. Thank you for reminding me that she honestly knew no better, and that her actions were not intended, just consequential to her reasoning. Thank you for being the example that she was never…
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poem: begin
(part I) her hair a morning warming sky opening like this eyes becoming widened turquoise lyrics holding white clouds are windows fluttering feathers wrote on up against ribbons & pages she warm to sunlight coming in trading with what i feel reaching over just holding on where just below plants begin off trail a higher…
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Glimmer
Like a small ray of light, Near the end of the skyline. A glimmer of hope, Shines softly. In a world of unrest, With an uncertain future. A glimmer of hope, Shines upon us. A spirit can be broken, Or dance with delight. To dream, Is to hold, A glimmer of hope That shines in your heart. Forever.
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niap
hurting are broken butterfly wings a dying flower rotten teeth going hungry even sunlight bothers or rain's gentle showers struggle uphill feels better cold wind frozen white death buried just short of a care where dreams do not bring pleasant watched the butterfly no could fly tasted the beauty of water drowned down…
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blue dawn
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Hope is the gift
Hope is the gift I sometimes find when I am soft and relaxed petals emerging from the snow melting icicle sparkle shutters removed! package on the doorstep lost earring in a drawer penny, face up on the sidewalk where does it disappear to when it leaves? someplace dark and cramped mysterious like the lone sock in the dryer…
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The Face of Freedom
The Face of Freedom I am not here To make you angry I am here To drive you mad With passion glee and revelry On life’s long road no one gets to abandon fully into a known freedom For with knowledge aforethought freedom flies in the face of abandon’ Love waits patiently Abandon loses sight and sense I will clearly give over…
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a time ago
on the ground busted painted glass lying around but a longtime ago just beautiful shone a longtime ago started yesterday when in the alley the lucky bird died fell from atop the wire & brick the city never mind life had been winding up somewhere near or far those shattered colors are songs broke like angel wings bent in…
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Waterfalls of love
On the hill....constellations above With light & energy lighting up the sky I sense you here...the space above Of stars & galaxies & comets of dust I sense you above...............
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From the Archives: In honor of RSD ordering problems
In honor (cough, cough) of the troubles we endured trying to order Mystery Vinyl on Record Store Day, he's a David Lettermanesque Top 10 I posted on the Synergy Message Pit way back in March 2001. Topic: Difficulties encountered by Pearl Jam members trying to order bootlegs. Please forgive the long-winded Letterman/Shaffer…
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If I had 15 minutes
If I had just fifteen minutes to sum up those sun-splashed race cars in my mind as I process the end of this job the hum-hum might cover up the meaning, if I even know it myself! but I’ll try to unwrap bits... here’s what I’m noticing as students hear the news We’re moving! there’s an awkwardness in some goodbyes even an…