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Tammy Hendrix left a comment for papaedPosted on September 15, 2011 at 7:42pm 5 Comments 3 Likes
(p)reaching, screeching, leaching
searching for effect, trying to reflect
what’s in the book, without a look
there’s no gray, too often all the same
I’m right you’re wrong, all along it’s lame
stomp, pomp, and circumstance
am I to blame if it’s on too long
sump pump muck stunk to the end
you lose my…
ContinuePosted on August 13, 2011 at 10:28pm 5 Comments 2 Likes
I met the tall dark smiling
Mexican sitting on a sandbag.
101st Airborne Division
Headquarters, Vietnam 1969.
he was playing the
most beautiful music
on a 12 string guitar.
surrounded by American
boys in uniform
too serious for their ages,
some carrying…
ContinuePosted on June 17, 2010 at 11:00pm 6 Comments 0 Likes
Paracelsa Poet said… Thanks for joining Para's Daily Writing Challenge!! 
Tammy Hendrix said… Where have you been? Miss you around here!
Tammy Hendrix said… I'm passing this on because it worked for me today...Dr Oz on TV said that to reach inner peace we should always finish things we start, and we all could use more calm in our lives during the hectic Holiday season. I looked around my house to find things I'd started and hadn't finished, so I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiuminun scriptins, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum...
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Tammy Hendrix said… Hi Ed, I am thinking of you and your family. I pray your son-in-law is doing better. Many hugs.
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Tammy Hendrix said… Photo by Mark Henderson
The end of the day inspires many feelings, different for each of us. Post your stories and poems below, as…
While we were assembling Issue 4 of U Magazine, Ralphy sent me a story he'd recently written and asked me to edit it for him. I did so, checked the editing with Mari, and got Ralphy's approval of the resulting manuscript. We then included the first half of the story in Issue 4; some members of ME will already have read it.
I now attach the whole story, A Toast to You, in its author's memory. It's typical of his slightly surreal wit and imagination - a lovely piece of…
Speak soft your words my love
I hear music in your voice
tender kisses from thy lips
a warmth that fuels in me desires
bursting at the seams to be quenched.
Enter into me, slow and sweet
our bodies measuring in heat and motion
we come together, our essence
uniting with the universe
until I am left helpless
a vulnerable, quivering mass
explosions of pure joy escapes my eyes.
Kiss away the tears my love
hold me tight until the Sandman finds me
then leave me to wake in the light and wither away
again, a vulnerable, quivering mass
with tears of unspeakable ache escaping my eyes
and a hollow that once held my heart
gone now, taken away with the dawn
stolen sometime in the night when you left
and went home to her.
Each night I die a little more
dreaming of what can never be
as I have found you
just a little too late.
Tammy Hendrix

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