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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, She: Underneath the Glitter

12.15.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags She: Underneath the Glitter By Bobbie Troy underneath the glitter hid an uncertain self a sequence of sequins across her chest could not hide her fear as she looked about the room of people go to the party, her therapist said I think you’re ready now don’t you? but the […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Carnival of the moon

12.15.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Carnival of the moon By Jekwu Anyaegbuna Night, right after the menopause of light, the pubescent moon strewed sparks of fireworks, sparkles of festivity pouring over us. Our heads swinging, our hearts bobbling. Colours caught razzmatazz, called the ears of pageantry and we became a river gallivanting along the streets, […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Gliding Princess

12.14.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Gliding Princess By Laura Zucca-Scott You were gliding Dancing gracefully Sparkling eyes A princess in disguise At Cinderella’s ball Every girl’s dream Or so they say The rhythm changed But not the glow Daring and bold In youthful bliss The lights were shining Burning slowly In that winter night Before […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Charcoal Portrait of an Actress

12.13.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Charcoal Portrait of an Actress By Mary Harwell Sayler The first time I saw you on the silver screen, you were a slender teen with big eyes and thick, tossed curls. What set you apart from the other girls can only  be described as radiance. And, oh, how you could […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Juxtaposition

12.12.11 Posted in Contributor Series 10, today's words by

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Juxtaposition By Kay Middleton just ask a moonbeam held against the clink of crystals for comparison, ask him if his throat is cooled by the ice, the night, the loneliness. Ask him to dance on a summer’s eve velveted with gardenia, laced with starlight while chauffeurs pass the time and […]


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