Jeanmarie Flaherty : Writing

Neurotic

Neurotic

A Story by Jeanmarie Flaherty


I think it was being labeled "neurotic" that did it. Sort if like windows being smashed from the inside and my teeth did a tiny little dance against o..
100 Starving Winters.

100 Starving Winters.

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty


You're not welcome here,not after midnight sank into your soul and you tasted every inch of skin that hung, swaying, screaming in the breeze from the ..
273 Words and the Echoes of His Organ.

273 Words and the Echoes of His Organ.

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty


The windows shake, his eulogy screamed the stillness before you... Cry... And it's midnight trapped inside the afternoon as I watch the sky coll..
His Misinterpretation of Us

His Misinterpretation of Us

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty


Try, try one more time... As I weave the tears of the moon into the form of your smile and place the ignorance of June delicately around my neck, t..
Xander.

Xander.

A Story by Jeanmarie Flaherty


This is not a poem. It's more of a rant, which I never do but I need someplace to put this. I have a son. A glorious 13 week old bundle of chubby..
The Whispers I Scream to the Mountains of Pennsylvania.

The Whispers I Scream to the Mountains of Pennsylv..

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty


I'm not yelling this to him, not again, it's been seven years since I first ran my tongue over the way his lips curl and that crook..
The Breathing Fog of May and the Insistence of Wednesday's Sun.

The Breathing Fog of May and the Insistence of Wed..

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty


It's... irrelevant we're two stories, picture books rubbed raw and torn pages, he's ripped up the middle, down the lines of hi..
Underneath the Floorboards and Months Across these Doors.

Underneath the Floorboards and Months Across these..

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty


He sat there, turning his fingers around and studying the fingernails that tip tapped against the windows I had kept... clo..
It's Brewing, I'm Afraid, and He's Holding Back the Nicotine.

It\'s Brewing, I\'m Afraid, and He\'s Holding Back..

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty


It's pathetic how this resembles the drifting, half attempted smiles that appeared on the carpets in the middle of 2005... ..
The Sound of Backwards Hinges.

The Sound of Backwards Hinges.

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty


He's drenched in all the Tuesdays I walked away from, backwards, towards him, in every hour I shattered mirrors with the violenc..

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