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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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Education. Equality.

Charlotte Hamrick

We are stronger than bombs, more determined than the Taliban, as sisters and daughters we stand together under falling bricks and plaster, our bodies and our will are iron, we do not bend. Malala’s heart is ours, she gives face and voice to our struggle, we are resolute in the face of hatred from desert sands to snow-topped mountain all hearts beating as one. _____________________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. More street art photos can be seen on my Flickr set “NOLA Street Art”. Continue reading Education. Equality.

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That Moment

Charlotte Hamrick

There’s a line on her forehead that didn’t used to be there. It’s directly between her eyebrows – her pale and almost invisible eyebrows which she always worried made her look a bit alien but not enough to paint them with pencil which looked even more alien. The line creases her forehead like the relentless drip of water creases rock, the steady passage of time that turns new to old, fresh to worn, the perky naive to the weary experienced. She considers buying some expensive wrinkle cream that promises to make lines disappear and bring forth the glow of youth … Continue reading That Moment

NaBloPoMo 20122 Comments
Charlotte Hamrick

“For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they are born, the city apartment or farm in which they learnt to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things that have made them what they are, and these are the things that you can’t come to know by hearsay…” ― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge” ____________________________________________ I reblogged this from … Continue reading

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What’s Shoes Got to do With It, Part 2

Zouxzoux

All night long she keeps one eye on the tables, one eye on the stage and her third eye on every sweaty hand that wanta creep up her skirt. Wearing a skirt’s a bad idea in a place like this but the manager says if she can’t show a little leg then he’ll show her the door and she needs the tips the sweaty ole hands drop on her tray. It’s the wee hours of the mornin’, Dixie Delicious is dancin’ up on stage with some big ole white feathers hooked to her arms, floatin’ around her head lookin’ like … Continue reading What’s Shoes Got to do With It, Part 2