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Four Poems in Atomic Theory 

Charlotte Hamrick

I currently have four poems up at Atomic Theory Micro Press. Atomic Theory is the brainchild of Loren Moreno andd Nicole Cuffy who want to create a venue for emerging or unpublished writers, specializing in hand-crafted chapbooks. In addition to publishing chapbooks they will also publish poems and short prose on the site. Loren and Nicole have some serious writing cred and I’m confident this new venture will be a success. Big thanks to them both for choosing my work to be a part of their inaugural issue. Go read now! 😄 Continue reading Four Poems in Atomic Theory 

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Mother’s Day Coming. Again.

Charlotte Hamrick

My emotions are mixed about Mother’s Day, not being a mother myself doesn’t bother me. I’m used to the automatic happy greeting from store clerks and strangers, I just smile and say thank you. (After all, I am mamma to my pets.) But there are plenty of childless women who feel a knife twist in their wombs when they hear that automatic greeting. Other women bristle at the thought that a mere pet makes one a mamma. On one hand, I think some people take the greeting too seriously but, on the other, I think these women have a right … Continue reading Mother’s Day Coming. Again.

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NaPoWriMo 30/30: Because This is Life

Charlotte Hamrick

Every morning we’re all still here. Well, most of us. We’ve survived the unknowable night when anything can happen and often does. It used to be monsters in the closet or under the bed, now they’re our bosses, our elected officials, even our neighbors and they prowl the day as well as the night. The news du jour catches us up on the past eight hours, the latest mass killing, the newest snafu in congress, the highest threat to humankind, while a tornado or snowstorm has devastated thousands. But still. We get up and move forward. Eat breakfast with our … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 30/30: Because This is Life

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NaPoWriMo 29/30: Thyme in My Pocket

Charlotte Hamrick

Thyme in my Pocket (After Lucille Clifton) I tucked a sprig of thyme in my pocket for courage, thinking about how it grows in the mountains between rocks in poor soil. I was climbing my own mountain, feet buried in poor soil to my knees. The Romans burned thyme as incense and bathed in its fragrant waters before battle. I rubbed the sprig between my fingers, absorbing its oil to assist me in battle for a new life. *** Prompt via napowrimo.net: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to take one of your favorite poems and find a very specific, … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 29/30: Thyme in My Pocket

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NaPoWriMo 24/30: A Basket of Implorables

Charlotte Hamrick

A Basket of Implorables In a land not so far away, discontent boiled like oil waiting for a witch. Two would-be leaders vowed in different ways to bring stability to the land – one spoke bluntly with incendiary rage, the other spoke in whispers behind his hand – but the more they spoke, the wilder the crowd became, filling the streets with stomping feet and pitchforks. Louder they screamed, larger they grew but among the mobs were three small voices named Tolerance, Empathy, and Humility who nipped at their heels and tugged at their coattails. Finding the three irrelevant, they … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 24/30: A Basket of Implorables

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Napowrimo 22/30: A Gardening Man

Charlotte Hamrick

When I saw you working in the garden, how tenderly you handled the newly-sprouted plants, the attention you gave to the soil mix, your practiced eye navigating the perfect spot for planting, I knew you were a man mindful of life’s small but necessary details. I knew you were someone with whom I wanted to spend my millions of moments. *** Continue reading Napowrimo 22/30: A Gardening Man

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Napowrimo 21/30: A Matter of Necessity

Charlotte Hamrick

A Matter of Necessity “You’re not supposed to leave the house without your cell.” You might have to think for yourself with no one tracking your whereabouts ready at a moments notice to receive your call. What would you do if aliens abducted you, unable to call 911? Without an hourly selfie, your followers might unfriend you, not to mention leaving them waiting on your indispensable opinion of whatever is trending. Plus, you’d be forced to participate IRL without the virtual world at your fingertips. Imagine! *** Prompt via napowrimo.net: Write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. Continue reading Napowrimo 21/30: A Matter of Necessity