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Smart feminist takes on news, fashion, life and poetry written by award winning author and Pushcart Prize nominated poet, Annette Marie Hyder.

Located: St Paul, Minnesota
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Plate Spinner on Feb 6, 2012 in Writing and PoetryBy Annette Marie Hyder<br><br>You are not the kind of guy<br>who likes to eat off one plate<br>no matter how fine the shine<br>delicate the bone china<br>or inscrutable the design.<br>You want the whole china...



Dorothea and Her Doors on Jan 29, 2012 in Writing and PoetryThere were red doors, blue doors, green and yellow, weathered doors with wood as smooth as satin.  Doors with microcosms of their own in wood lice, mold, lichen and gold colored ants in the cracks and crevices of their parts. Warped doors, broke...



Follow up: Your company, a crown of thorns on Jan 29, 2012 in Sunday Things, Writing and PoetryImage Copyright Annette Marie HyderYour company, a crown of thornsPreviously published in NEWSPAPER TREEBy Annette Marie HyderFor the guy I got seated besideat the posh dinner partywho wore his religion like a robeof righteousnessand thought I should...



Sunday Things: Full of Crow on Jan 22, 2012 in Sunday Things, Writing and PoetryFull Of Crow Press And Distribution is an umbrella literary/arts organization that includes Full Of Crow Online, Press, Distribution, Blink Ink, Fashion For Collapse, The Sphere, Crow Radio, and more.  From the Editors of Full of Crow:"We are...



Martin Luther King Jr. Day 2012 on Jan 16, 2012 in Holidays, Writing and Poetry"A voice in the wilderness..."By Annette Marie HyderThe voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the LORD, make straight in the desert a highway for our God. -- Isaiah 40:3, King James Version (Cambridge Edition)Your voice r...



Red Shoes, Dolls, and Merrow Trees on Jan 14, 2012 in Writing and PoetryBy Annette Marie HyderSome day my impulsivity, my spontaneity, will be the storybook red shoes that dance my feet right off of me.I am not the handless maiden, but I might as well just be, for all the grasp I have wearing gloves of naivety.In the cou...