http://x.tarahughes.ca Tara Hughes - Poetry, Fiction, Commentary Copyright 2010 Tue, 07 Dec 2010 02:09:14 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.2 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=209 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=209#comments Tue, 07 Dec 2010 02:06:50 +0000 Common Roadside Skipper - Thoughts http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=209 The one time I was administered Demerol by IV, The Doctor stayed by my side, just looking at me. And when it hit, the last thing I remember is saying to his big brown eyes, ever so sweetly, "You ever see the wind bend a field of wheat as it moves across a field? This ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=209 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=208 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=208#comments Mon, 06 Dec 2010 02:58:56 +0000 Clouded Crimson - Poems http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=208 we women who cover our noble skins went running in the woods and paths leading the long way to the beach. crunching sand beneath our feet now freed from the slavery of shoes we walked the rank and file, towels, sandals, coolers, kids the gauntlet of hippies and booze. past the throng, we thinned away faded in the distance - only we ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=208 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=207 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=207#comments Wed, 01 Dec 2010 03:11:36 +0000 Common Roadside Skipper - Thoughts http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=207 If you are opportunistic... I can tell. If you are out for less than you've earned... I know. If you want to pass my work off as yours... I'll find a gentle way to block you, out you, make you share. and if you want to steal from me... I'll slip out of your grasp like a greased pig in ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=207 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=206 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=206#comments Thu, 25 Nov 2010 04:11:31 +0000 Common Roadside Skipper - Thoughts http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=206 If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don't have love, I have become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but don't ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=206 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=205 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=205#comments Sat, 13 Nov 2010 06:50:12 +0000 Clouded Crimson - Poems http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=205 i shiver great shudderings hang out my window surrounded by fog... you creep around me and tomorrow you might be gone but i don't think about that... all there is this wisp of you in my heart this wish i can't keep... natural mystery what is it and where does it come from what does it mean... lost in the haze romantic cliche's believing intangibles will do what i say... i ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=205 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=204 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=204#comments Sun, 07 Nov 2010 17:24:18 +0000 Celery Looper - Insanities http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=204 On Friday, I realized that I am in my last days at my current job. Once it was good for me, a means to keep my producing chops and paperwork skills sharp, a source of money to make this film happen (accountants, graphic designers and lawyers all cost money). ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=204 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=203 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=203#comments Fri, 05 Nov 2010 00:51:50 +0000 Clouded Crimson - Poems http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=203 at the end of our illicit affair, i stopped to see you in your lair - i was heading through the mountains, and the treads on my tires were bare. papers on sunday with coffee strong, tussling under covers, none of it wrong - sweeter for that, in our lives yet untold, there was the sense ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=203 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=201 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=201#comments Mon, 01 Nov 2010 23:53:28 +0000 Sordid Tiger - Erotica http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=201 I am in the place I was this evening, surrounded by my friends, but it is not the place it was. The bright lighting is gone and it is no longer a mezzanine. It is a warehouse strip club in an alley at the end of the world. The hightops are transformed to long ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=201 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=200 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=200#comments Mon, 11 Oct 2010 01:26:43 +0000 Apple Fruit Moth - Rarities http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=200 What's a girl to do when the boy don't call don't write don't phone won't even tuck you in at night, Oh this one's got your heart checked out on loan and it's long overdue, its pages are rumpled, some of them crumpled, and now it might just even smell like mold. And you ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=200 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=199 http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=199#comments Mon, 06 Sep 2010 16:42:13 +0000 Clouded Crimson - Poems http://x.tarahughes.ca/index.php?p=199 it is the phone call allotted to me with no space for my voice he spouts my philosophies back to me speaking with care as if i need fixing since i escaped he has whitewashed the walls hidden my scribbles beneath and now rewrites them word for word never knowing he is only tracing pedantic lists of ... http://x.tarahughes.ca/wp-commentsrss2.php?p=199