Marybeth Clementine

My Stories

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    Sand village with green tarpaulin rooftops lapping torn in the wind. Iraq maybe. Men staggering naked, hairless, no eyebrows, blank eyes. Pink, lacerated skins. Some rank and
    300 words, 7 comments, March 23, 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • lies about my life
    EMILY EDNA HALL
    1833 Kentucky St. #3
    <100 words, 1 comment, March 17, 2006. In , Other
  • principal
    The first one you could almost say I rescued, what with the fact that her dad always pushed her down the stairs and beat her over the head with her own shoe.  You could pr
    1200 words, 1 comment, January 30, 2006. In <200 lines, Horror, Humor
  • nights
    When I first arrived here I hid.  I stayed in the communal house all day believing myself pursued by imaginary police, narcs, my father maybe cruising the streets looking
    1000 words, 9 comments, November 7, 2005. In <200 lines, Romance

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  • still at allpoetry
    I see you now on the front steps of our apartment
    standing in a cone of yellow light-a thickness

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