Category Archives: American Sentences

Childhood in Six American Sentences

Different by RealNasty This poem was written for two prompts: Read Write Poem #53 and One Single Impression #39: Childhood Memories. The Read Write Poem Prompt directed participants to each write one (or more) American Sentences. If you’re not hip … Continue reading

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American Sentence #9

Pint-sized, green cacti inside tiny pots make me wish for home again. Written 8/24/08 © 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved. Stumble It!

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American Sentence #8

Google has made me an alley cat – I wander in search of something. Written 8/8/08 © 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved. Stumble It!

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American Sentence #7

I laugh after being mistaken for Greek for the seventeenth time. Written 7/27/08 © 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved. Stumble It!

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American Sentence #6

Birds by Aaron Andalman This American Sentence was written for the Monday Mural prompt at Poefusion. Enjoy. -Nicole Birds perch and peer at us, perplexed by our need to notate song in notes. Written 7/20/08 © 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All … Continue reading

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Departure

This was actually written for three prompts: Poefusion’s Title Tuesday (“Stung by the Splendor of Sudden Black”), Writer’s Island (“Farewell”), and Simply Snickers (use the words “standing” and “still”). I wrote this entirely in American Sentences. Enjoy. -Nicole ——————————————————- Stung … Continue reading

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American Sentence #5

Shed blood disappears into hot, harsh sand – but not from their memories. Written 7/14/08 &copy 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved. Stumble It!

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