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Now I'm starting to understand what Ernest Hemingway was trying to say when he claimed, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Although I'm not using a typewr...

Topics: essay, writing, college

ThisSometimePoet

by Bob Browning

For Love of Summer Neverending The full moon shines in the window of every car we walk past; you grimace at my bad jokes, my awkward hopes....

Topics: poetry, poems, writing

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ThisSometimePoet

by Bob Browning

Lights On Timers That Haven't Given Up Yet On the floodlights around the tennis court spiders have made webs to catch the moths that come to the light searching for answers; sugary, powdery tho...

Topics: poetry, poems, writing

ThisSometimePoet

by Bob Browning

My Dust It's my dust on the nightstand, the alarm clock, the desk and dresser, on the loose change in the ceramic leaf you bought for me to keep it in; my dust, the crumbs of my lack of caring ...

Topics: poetry, poems, writing

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Alaska with Attitude

by Tim Jones

Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing -...

Topics: Nature, climate, politics, writing, personal observations

Topic: writing