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Broken Mannequin

Broken Mannequin

http://brokenmannequin.blogspot.com/

Poetry written by Charli Henley about love and truth and beauty and illness (among other things).

Recent Posts

  • Dodge City

    Posted on Sunday January 25th, 2009 at 13:06 in anger, violence

    The man I wrote about in my poems Nice and Redemption commented on this blog yesterday. I have comment moderation and did not allow the comment to be posted. He had the audacity to suggest that the people who read this blog could go to his Myspace pa...

  • Naked

    Posted on Monday January 19th, 2009 at 14:09

    The finest clothing made is a person's skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. - Mark TwainI get a lot of feedback here about my willingness to disclose my personal life – my innermost struggles and joys – on this blog. I...

  • Autumnal Regret

    Posted on Saturday January 17th, 2009 at 14:24 in love, anger, sadness

    Once upon a time, I was in a relationship that was doomed from the beginning. It lasted but a season. We shared a single strange hot summer and barely spoke again. From the start, we hurt each other. It only got messier as the summer wore on. In autu...

  • Kidney Dance (For Mike Amado)

    Posted on Monday January 12th, 2009 at 15:27 in love, God, fear, illness, sadness

    I met Mike Amado many years ago. He was the first person who spoke to me at a coffee house open mic night I’d nervously begun to attend. He told me he was a poet. I asked if he planned to perform that night. He said, “I’ll go if you go.” This...

  • The Interview Game

    Posted on Sunday January 11th, 2009 at 12:34

    I saw Shadow at 1 Door Away from Heaven Part II playing what I am calling “The Interview Game.” Someone asked her questions and she answered them on her blog, offering to “interview” anyone else who asked, thus continuing the game. So I asked...

  • Crumble

    Posted on Friday January 9th, 2009 at 11:28

    Once I love a man who refused to be loved. I raged against him, unleashing my love like a fury, like a hurricane.Eventually, this affair became painful for me. As I turned to leave him, he held out his hand in an unwilling gesture of devotion. I took...

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