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The In-Between Time

Charlotte Hamrick

The in-between time falls in soft silence, cloudy blue is the color of its’ face. A time of gathering up, of languid preparation, a slow easing into the coming darkness. It’s for low laughter and the clink of wine glasses, night blooming Jasmine and whispered secrets, dew covered toes and hidden kisses. It’s for drawing in and settling the lessons of the day, then filing them in a closet in your mind and closing the door. __________________________ Originally published on my Tumblr in participation with the 365/52 writing prompt site. Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online poetry community where … Continue reading The In-Between Time

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Writing, Behind and Ahead

Charlotte Hamrick

2013 is over and I’m sitting here on the second day of the new year listening to the wind chimes in my back yard tinkling crazily in the blustery, cold wind while my husband cooks up a good winter supper of chicken fried steak and gravy. I can’t say 2013 was a very good year personally and I can’t say I’m sad to see it go but it was a pretty good writing year for me and for that I’m grateful. I had work published in Mad Swirl, St. Somewhere Journal, Michelle Elvy’s website Glow Worm, Olentangy Review and Red … Continue reading Writing, Behind and Ahead

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December Unrecognized

Charlotte Hamrick

the sun teases cold weary hibernators lusting for palm fronds throwing shadows onto patio bricks, the cutting wind is alien in the land of temperate breezes, the icy rain unwelcome as we cover our heads in fleece-lined hoodies, cursing whatever god guided winter weather in the wrong direction while our shorts and tank tops wait impatiently for southern-kissed skin _______________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community of poets who share their work and support each other. Continue reading December Unrecognized

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Orange

Charlotte Hamrick

Deliberate footsteps fell one behind the other onto cracked concrete, heel then toe clad in cleat soled hiking boots laced in orange, the color of warning signs and life jackets and hard hats and reflective patches and safety cones, the color of his teeth and hair and eyelashes and the letters in his head that flashed but made no words only floated razor-sharp before his omnivorous eyes a breadcrumb trail to inevitability Continue reading Orange

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“the possibilities of language”

Charlotte Hamrick

Gessy Alvarez mentioned my poem “Up To Down” in the latest issue of “Editor’s Eye” on Fictionaut. I was surprised and delighted, to say the least. It’s so gratifying to have an accomplished writer and editor like Gessy recognize my work, especially a piece that has special significance to me such as this one. As a lover of words and creative language, I’m especially happy with her comments: A good poem should feel like a shot of caffeine injected into your consciousness. It should clobber you with the possibilities of language. and Hamrick delivers an avalanche of a poem with … Continue reading “the possibilities of language”

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Worlds Apart

Charlotte Hamrick

The moon hung low in the sky not quite half in size and glowing like a neon sign for wayward astronauts. A big pine tree backlit by a street light raised its spikey boughs beneath as though stretching to brush electric confetti from the crescent surface. The dog and I meander down the street, he sniffing for the perfect place to pee, toenails clicking like ghosts tapping on a window and I thinking about you and me under the same moon on the same planet but, really, more than worlds apart. Continue reading Worlds Apart