Author Archives: Mary Beth Frezon

Late night eight NaHaiWriMo

a plate, empty stems
the grapes plucked, chewed, and swallowed
now I sit with loss. Continue reading →

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From the creek’s dark slash Following hidden shoreline Ghosts of warmer days. Another minus seven or eight day.

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the minus seven •
slashed at my fingers today •
put hands in pockets. Continue reading →

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To a woman, trying to return a book
received as a Christmas gift, having no receipt. Continue reading →

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snow leaning against •
bush, fence, tires, front steps and door •
silently leaning. Continue reading →

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