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 May 2013 Timothy Brown
M Clement
I dare not die, no,
    I simply cannot write anything
Super blocked up in the writing dept. I have some on the backburner that I've meant to put on, but I just haven't had the time. I'm still alive guys. I hope all is well.
 May 2013 Timothy Brown
Marian
Green hills covered
In a cloak of sparkling dewdrops
Like jewels cast among the green
Glittering in the warm sunshine
As smooth as pearls from the ocean
Hidden under the sea-covered ground
Green meadows
Full of dancing flowers
Kissed by the sunlight
And enchanted by the Moon
Green leaves
For making iced tea
That cools us off in summertime
And green mint
Fresh from the garden
To make mint iced tea
Green grass and catnap
Is a kitty's treat
Along with green herbs
From the garden
Green leaves
On the tree
Are like a fan
Cooling me off
When the wind blows
Green trees
Are a bird's delight
Where they can build their nest
Green stems on the flowers sweet
And green bramble
Green bushes
Planted here and there
Green ferns
Dancing by the creek
Paints a poetic picture
Hunter green moss
Fills the Forest with beauty
Green palm trees
Stand proudly on
The tropical islands
Ivy green
Climbs a walls
And creates a winter scene
Green pairies
Covered in green grass
I just love this
Green
Earth!*

~Marian~
 May 2013 Timothy Brown
Hilda
The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees;
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what may happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the rustling of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born
Out in the fields with God.



*Elizabeth Barrett Browning
i think my feel box is malfunctioning, i gotta find a screwdriver to pop off the faceplate and inspect the insides. it keeps saying the latitude and longitude aren’t localized. i can’t calibrate it because i’m up in the air. it flickers when it beeps and my static causes feedback. birds don’t know anything about artificial connective tissue, but they know all about falling.
free write 5/17/13
© Jene'e Patitucci
there’s a little piece of string
that sticks out of my skin
at the base of my skull
just behind my ear

sometimes it itches
and once i start scratching
i just can’t stop

i pick and i dig
and before i know it
my fingernails are stained

sometimes it gets tangled in my hair
and i have to pull out the knots
but once i start pulling
i just can’t stop

i wrap it around my fingers
perfect rings around each knuckle
and slide it out
nice and smooth

slow at first
and harder now
and faster even still
i just can’t get enough of how it feels

a ****** tangled ball of yarn
unraveled mind
an empty bed
© Jene'e Patitucci
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