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Some mothers by Richard Conrad Henry Saturday, January 28, 2006 Rated "R" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
She buried her secret just outside the barn she won't make it through the night coz her wings just fell off fast asleep in the fog topped by a gust of sweet wind right above the jagged skyline the wicked mind-bend jolts the soul out of place skipping on the waves of bad chance like a flat pebble of purest black then she drowned her shame in a pool of rambling rain she won't make it through the night coz her halo just caught fire and the dream of motherhood has just unveiled a liar and in the end she took the poison but forgot to lock the door so she could make it through the night coz her shattered guilt lies on the kitchen floor.

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Reviewed by June Thompson	2/8/2006

very deep and dark this one excellent piece




Reviewed by anne cunningham	2/2/2006

this reminded me of plath




Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen	1/28/2006

Edgy, intriguing write, Richard. Well done. Carolyn