My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer
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I RememberA Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..I REMEMBER I remember how I felt when I passed Embudo last Friday on the way to Taos. I remember the urge to stop and reclaim myself. I remember .. |
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FinishedA Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..Writing is a Great Way to Cure Resentment |
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The FestivalA Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..The Festival When I awoke the sun was up and Billy Haney was banging on the door. “Mama says come down for breakfast before she drives us t.. |
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Between SemestersA Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..Between Semesters I picked up the mug and before I could even form the thought of throwing it I was watching it fly across the room narrowly miss.. |
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Act IIIA Story by My Name is Brenda and I'm..Experimenting with writing short fiction from the dramatic exterior. |
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A Loss for WordsA Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..No Good Deed Goes Unpunished |
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GrandmamaA Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..Grandmama If she kisses me on both cheeks before her dry lips brush my hair. If she takes my hand and pulls me to her table and places a cu.. |
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ApologyA Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..For my husband |
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Elegy for DaddyA Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..After hearing Mark Strands Elegy for my Father |
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The ComforterA Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm..The Comforter (I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you. John 14:18) I pause in the midst of my busywork and look up. Outside, in.. |