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The Palimpsest Review - Volume 10

Palimpsest onLine!'s Professional Writers at Work

 
H. Kassia Fleisher: "Spinning Miss Stein's Grave"
Todd Davis: "Looking for theLight"
Prudence Grimes: "Writing My Father's Stories"
Jeff Worley: "Tapping the Wellspring of Language"
Ray Petersen: "The Cardinal Trait of the Writer"
Dev Hathaway: "The Art of the Story"
Karen Blomain: Two Poems
Len Roberts: Seven Poems
Len Roberts: Cohoes Theater (PDF Book)
Maria Jacketti: "Objects of Poetry"
Jim Manis: "Struggling to Publish"

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Sarah Etter: “Concaves”
Marissa Molina: "The Day I Wasn’t There" 
Andrew Timberlake-Newell: "Smokie"
Anthony Kocur: "To the Edge"
David Kim: "Young and Perverted"
Ryan Morini: "B – Movie Enthusiast"
Joe Giachero: "Whatever Came First"
Meghan Elliott: "Sound"
Veronika L Daddona: "Driver" and "Lamentia"
Ronell Smith: "The 1988 Holiday Barbie"
Charles Howells: "Bandwagon Patriots"
Andrew Noll: "Ten Feet Behind J.F.K."
Sarah E. Smith: "Autumn Skies"
Daniel Debiec: "A Morning in Missoula" and "into the rain"
Ryan Melling: "Hand in Hand"
Andraleen Zelonis: "Let’s Play"
Kevin Cope: "House Guest"
Becky Liscusky: "I Like Dogs and Frogs" and "You know the pan’s hot"
Amber Shinskie: "Scent of a Cherry Cigar"

 

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Last updated July 3, 2004; first published to the web: July 3, 2004.

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Marissa Molina – Berks


 The Day I Wasn’t There

I warned him not to:
But he didn’t listen. 
I couldn’t stop him.
I begged. 
I pleaded.
I bribed.
But it was no use.
He didn’t listen, he wouldn’t.
And then I wasn’t there.
I wasn’t there
The day he flew too far,
The day he flew too close to the sun,
The day he burnt his magnificent wings,
The day he came tumbling down,
No longer a graceful bird
Caught up in Superman’s world.
I wasn’t there.
I fell asleep.
Got caught in a daydream,
Caught in a world where things like this just didn’t   exist.
This time it was real,
And I knew.
It hurt when I pinched myself.
Damn the pain.
Damn the drugs.
Damn him.



Marissa Molina's poem appears here with her express written permission and cannot be reprinted or otherwise used without her express written permission.
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