In the dark / There are mysterious pleasures / Erotic and sensual
Annette Hovey / Copyright ©2002 Annette M. Hovey
Awaken in the middle of the night! / Battered, / Beaten, / Forgotten!
Annette Marie Hovey / Copyright ©2002 Annette Marie Hovey
Untold tales, of betrayal, and mistrust. / Waking to lies.
Annette Hovey / Copyright ©2002 Annette Marie Hovey
So you want your poetry to be / Happy and Free / To dance on those hot summer nights
Annette Marie Hovey / Copyright ©2002 Annette Marie Hovey
Once again, I feel like I could die! / But why? / In the depths of my mind, / I cry like a child.
Annette Hovey / Copyright ©2002 Annette Marie Hovey
Mimi’s heart had shattered. Smashed into smithereens. His pain so severe that as he breathed out, his scream shook the pictures of frui…
Excerpt from book “Don’t Chew Gum” by Amedori – copyright 2006
The big kids were smoking as they walked ahead of Peter down the sidewalk beside the Weston Plaza. They were in high school and wore uni…
I submitted this story to a peer for review awhile back and got the saddest response from them. “This is more appropriate as a children’s book than an adult short story.” This was not written for children, but through a child’s eyes. I hope that none of us ever forget what it was like to be eye level with the kitchen counter and to be brilliant and devious, repentant and loved by somebody bigger than us who could envelop us in one hug.
On one side of the house lived the assistant and, on the other side the bridge-keeper. / One of the two had night duty and had the lanter…
On a recent broadcast of the Conversation Hour, with Richard Fidler, I heard Don Akenson, professor of history at Queen’s University in Ontario, Canada, say that genealogy is made up of stories. / The husband of one of my aunts, gathered my mother’s mother’s memories and wrote them in an exercise book, in November, 1964. / I translated them, in July, 1992, to ensure that my son and daughter will have an insight into their great-grandmother’s life. / They have seen where my grand-parents lived, in Gouda, The Netherlands.
It’s that shiny sink again / Washing up is such a pain…................
I try to be different, I had a sudden inspiration to write about the kitchen sink.
Times are hard / wherever you go / Not able to make ends meet / This little boy loves making faces / He is really sweet / At a soup kitchen w…
Thank you Mel!!!! / Please check out my friend Mel’s (mlgkats) other awesome artwork & writings on RB
Little is said of such things.
“Your like a pro or somethin’ Huh?” / “Yeah, something like that.”
(my practice with writing dialogs) / I was in the kitchen with a friend, and this was the dialog…we walked out of the kitchen to the blank stares of several other people wondering what the hell was going on in there…we didn’t tell them either…I’m sure those of you who know me best, can figure this one out :)
If they’re in the kitchen / I grab the nearest thing / Wave it high above my head / Put my shoulder in the swing.
housekeeping confession
Explanation of the creation of Fat Lady Refrigerator Mambo 3, a controversial digital/non-digital combination painting/drawing/manipulation (not necessarily in that order) about which one sister said: “You know, if ….. hadn’t said anything I may have thought that was you. I was relatively sure it wasn’t me because not big enough. Then I thought, Arletta doesn’t part her hair like that, who the heck is that. / / You should do a pic of me. “ and the other said “Thanks for the oh so flattering portrait, baby sister. I know where you live.”
the fat man was still without somewhere to run his business from. one day he met a young girl. she has her own story. she witnessed a mur…
a modern fairytale
She nods once and pulls the velvet cocoon tighter around me tilting her head a little and chewing her bottom lip
I love these characters! so much fun to write, can’t wait until becky or ryan next grab my pen and urge me to continue their story.
I stood by the window and watched as the silhouette of a body departed through a doorway…
soft after draping over a wire line / dancing in the breeze of June a pocket full of blackberries / just sweet enough to make your teeth…
I smell my beans simmering on the stove. The wonderful aroma takes me back, like various food aromas sometimes do.
Prose about my grandmother teaching me to bake bread.
we pulled taffy….
Long ago memory of my grandmother…
Climbing up past alabaster peaks / Jordan’s sun / Lovers Leap / Tinkering with perfection / I think / There for I am / Out of this Jam / Stones …
tis silly I know but don’t you love to work with someone in your kitchen that is fun? I do this for a living so when I have friends that I can groove to in the kitchen it floats my boat!! It for me is like driving, If I can work with you in the kitchen… We may just be friends forever!!! Besides I love learning new things and let me tell you I have never had a better beef stroganoff than this weekend!! Bar none!
‘All I wanted was a pot!’ the old lady muttered to herself as she surveyed the mess in her kitchen. ‘And I end up with all this. Now I h…
I got the idea from the opening sentence which a friend said the other day.
Have you met my thankless kitchen? / I’ve been letting it lay low / Until it wants to love me… / Again. / That’s just the way some kitchen…
late 2008
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