Author: Norma Rrae
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Serial Poems Number Fifteen
My best friend is my sister After a childhood of me abusing my older sister, Leaving notes of apologies on her pillow, Kicking doors down, then fixing together so mom & dad don’t see Teen years put us miles apart, not much better in early adulthood A death is what brought us together People have…
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A Blog Post, Called Unicorn
It’s Saturday. I went grocery shopping then checked the mail on my way home. One particular letter made my heart jump. A return letter from Stephen King. Back story, I wrote him twice. One was a hand written letter put into a package with an anthology I’d been published in, along with a Christmas card…
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Serial Poems Number Thirteen
I can feel your eyes on me It embarrasses me, reddens me I feel your passion Crawling up my legs My clothes feel too tight I’m uncomfortably intrigued
Norma Rrae
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Serial Poems Number Eleven
Why do we keep things? Like birthday cards, photos, trinkets In hopes, one day, we’d have time to reminisce Once we’re not as busy Is there such a time Rushing and working, just to end up burnt out When do we ever have the time? So don’t wait Make the time Sit down Read an…
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Serial Poems Number Nine
I want to be a lazy cat today I want to curl under a blanket just to stay warm I want to ggroom myself, every cat needs to look pretty And I wont go outside I wont even answer the door Today, I look pretty for myself To be lazy I made myself a snack…
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Serial Poems Number Eight
Its in your voice The junk I can hear it Cuz its in my past I know the pain It lingers in your body Your voice Your personality It doesn’t make you bad It doesn’t make you weak But it still makes you I can see it I can hear it And I feel you
Norma Rrae 