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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Sunday, October 17, 2010
purr
another black cat
poem is rising
to the top.
i can't see her
from here. but i
can hear the soft
purr of her new
heart, like it
was on the pillow
next to my ear.
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letting the paint dry
christmas lights
online dating
the summer sand
in for the night
in spades
icecream anyone?
go home now
younger now
childhood
the long parade
light
shopping
all together now
less being more
ants
cake
sculpture
silence
the dream
feathers
balloons
lay it down
there you go
integrity
when the levees break
what you keep
one small secret
icecream
in the shadow
splash
the third man
perishable goods
silence
maid service
2000 nyc
jane
christmas
anxious for nothing
the long drive
baking imaginary cupcakes
rental
moe's rocks
out of the maze
if you can
the horizon
reckless speed
my father
spilled milk
s
race for the cure
the bath
come over here
shoes under the bed
purr
fresh coat
waves
to the ocean
three strangers
on the table
instead
shells
laundry
tired of driving all the time
the long hot bath
the blue room
exhale
tough love
road trip
short story
clean house
in the woods
derailed
hmm
letting go
it's hard to write the last poem for someone, alth...
after the storm
a small room
childhood
grateful
beyond that
further
up on the ladder
such a place
make it warm again
be still
awakening
nyc
what you desire
ships at sea
stop
party aftermath
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, and in no way represent any living or dead people...any similarities are simply coincidental.
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