1/17/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Be Self-Indulgent, Feel No Shame
Photo by Patricia A. Hawkenson Be Self-indulgent, Feel No Shame You may have to think hard to remember boredom, that lay on the couch, curl up with a good book lapse into nothingness way of existing....
View Article4/05/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – My Glass Was Filled Again
PROMPT 5: Write a poem about too much information. My Glass Was Filled Again Covers rolled over me clouds billowed past my distortion of day, my mixing of night. Dreams dropped the words that slumber...
View Article4/10/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – A Writer’s Fear
PROMPT 10: Write a Horror poem. A Writer’s Fear Anticipating adrenaline’s rush mingled with salty popcorn, the script, the first sacrificial victim, heavy in the weight of the writer’s agonizing...
View Article4/27/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Spring Deluge
(Many of you know that I have not been in the best of health for over a month. I am now on a medical leave, hoping for less stress, and more healing. Thank you for your patience. I appreciate those of...
View Article5/07/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Ode to Plano, Texas
Ode to Plano, Texas Ok, not technically an ode, but an exalted emotion from my complex gratitude for your continual support of my little lines. I long to see your little penguin on my Feedjit Live....
View Article2/2/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Sugar, Sugar
Sugar, Sugar You’ve got me wanting more, a linguist feast for the soul, a plate to lick, a finger in the frosting. Succubus, I crave words to melt on the tongue, to haunt rethinking, to taffy twist...
View Article6/9/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Guillotine
(Writer’s Digest – 2nd Place Winner- Quatern Challenge 3/05/2012) Guillotine When your lips brush my yielding neck, I remember why I should turn away from all the sharpened words that landed with a...
View Article6/11/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Just Beneath the Mirror’s...
Just Beneath the Mirror’s Surface We are water. Our words pour out our grief. Heated in our argument our flowing tears cloud our thinking. It might be easier to push them back, but we must put our...
View Article4/3/2015 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Small Engine Repair
Small Engine Repair And you thought I had a screw loose. Your cutting words twisted dormant in the cold. It seems too simple now that they’re exposed. You might want to pick up the pieces. Or I’ll...
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