Private Voice
Selected writings by: Pamela A. Lamppa
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Cinderella Song
She slipped to trip her slipper fell-- it found its light a wishing well of painted days that dreamed of nig...
Private Voice
Yours are the shadows that find my essence; black wilderness breathing raw energy through the rustling of my taffeta where desire awa...
Recognition
Naked beneath stars, I observe our moon and plead frightened hope into the night while touch drifts with veiled chime as a satin flower upo...
Fingers Doubled Into Palm
i. I whisper your name content to mend bruises; feel shame with a new sun bright upon fresh snowfall. ii. My tear captures the metallic t...
A letter from Salvador Dalí to Pablo Picasso
Dearest Pablo, "Oh mon ami, à quel point je me rappelle notre beau déjeuner à Paris. Comme je fier suis de vous appeler ami." My ...
Rendezvous
Storm rages for a distant summer night like sweet molasses from hard sugar cane compressing heartbeats, ever so polite, until soft moonligh...
powdered time
silver spills fills temples lines windowsills while perception drifts through undulant panes remembers roses in your ha...
Of Mother
Oriental Bittersweet stretches, limbs caress three begotten held tightly still to heart as vines relax; press against ...
Room For More - Poetic Prose
Like a bag of sour balls, insecurity rounds my tongue, circles like a vulture ready to pick leftovers from bones already too labored to acc...
Third Eye Blind
I give growth to my own Ushnisha, oh enlightened me! So beautifully blessed to mount upon my elite instrument of grace. Such vision is simp...
Friday, May 31, 2013
Fighting Childhood Cancer One Glass at a Time
“Join me and Premier Research in our efforts to help the fight against childhood cancer by visiting
Alex's Lemonade Stand
and making a donation!”
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