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A Woman of a Certain Age

Posted on 24 January, 201013 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

She was what one call a woman of a certain age in a time in history when it was not at all acceptable to be a woman of a certain age. The connotations engulfed her each and every time she looked at herself in the mirror. On a good day,…

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September 28

Posted on 18 January, 201013 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

Everybody remembers where they were on September 11. Even to the point that 9/11 has become an infamous phrase. Now that a little time has passed, I find myself wondering what people will think of “9/11” in a thousand years. Will the term be adopted into a slang language to…

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Dirty Little Man

Posted on 11 January, 201013 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

He was a dirty little man that had lived a dirty little life. Mere seconds after meeting him, you realize that, although he was in the middle of his life, there was no hope that he could be anything else but a dirty little man. Maybe his mother didn’t love him enough. [ … ]

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Tears & Rage

Posted on 4 January, 201013 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

She made a quick check of the room one last time to make sure nothing valuable was left in temptation’s reach. She felt guilty every time she did it. She trusted the hotel and their staff, but she couldn’t get her father’s voice out of her head. “When poverty stares daily into the indulgences of wealth…well it’s no divergence from human nature to think taking one small thing amongst so much could even be noticed.” Sometimes she hated the validity of his logic. […]

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Muscle Memory

Posted on 18 June, 200813 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest; pounding in function, not in pain. He was alive damn it! He knew he was alive. He could feel his body screaming at the demands he was placing on it. Sweat mixed with humidity, making his clothes feel heavier than cotton should ever feel. Part of him wished he could just strip down and run free. What would these people think of that? What would she think of that? continue reading …

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A Lesson from Childhood

Posted on 28 April, 200813 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

A world which shines from its own inner glow.
My mind wandered to stories told to me.
I was sure the dark shadow below
The surface was the awful whale of old

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Welcome

Posted on 23 March, 200813 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

Welcome to my world.
Excuse the mess,
I’ve not had company here before.

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Becoming a caricature : part 2

Posted on 8 March, 200813 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

Before one can find the caricature, one must find the character. – J.L. Munn Patrick’s elementary school career passed as one would expect. Β He was adored by teachers and students alike. Β He performed well and was well adjusted. Β He had a passion for reading and greeted each day with the…

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Strength, Love & Water

Posted on 7 March, 200813 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

Li-An sat on the edge of the dock, feet dangling, toes barely touching the water. She giggled as she swung her feet back and forth making ripples on the surface. Her imagination soared. continue reading…

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Becoming a caricature : part 1

Posted on 1 March, 200813 February, 2024 By theMunnDame

Patrick Johnson was a child of extraordinary capacities.

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