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Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, A Rose Is Not a Rose

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags A Rose Is Not a Rose By Rosalyn Marhatta Her body tells stories of warrior days; a rose tattoo high on her thigh betrays her as plaid knife pleats slide out of place when she opens her legs remembering silk sheets, peacock fans, coffee in demitasse cups. That rose tattoo […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, Red Velvet (Holiday Love)

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags Red Velvet (Holiday Love) By Jimmi Ware I stood across the room at this holiday gathering I sipped champagne and he was staring Interrupting my ability to think He sent an air toast to accompany my drink Decorations for this festive occasion Everyone dressed to the nines, you know? I […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, How sweet!

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags How sweet! By Joan McNerney After bathing in bubble gum, Mary Jane unties ribbon candy from bags of chocolate kisses. Sky colored by yellow, pink & blue cotton candy clouds. Marshmallow chicks hide behind spearmint leaves. Jelly beans sprout along fields of candy corn. Caramel apples, lemon drops, orange slices […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, With You I Celebrate

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags With You I Celebrate By Jeanette Cheezum A happy heart develops a garden of romance. With sprinkles of understanding and love. One sweet night we established the creation of unity in a life of unrest and hardship. Reached for the brass ring, engaged it and held on tight … if […]


Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, One Boy’s (and Man’s) Finery

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

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags One Boy’s (and Man’s) Finery By Michael Ceraolo Christmas 1969 Less than a month short of my twelfth birthday I had asked for a new baseball glove and there it was: a left-hander’s mitt (Santa had subcontracted with Sears that year), with Ted Williams’ name on it (no matter that […]