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Sara Fryd
520-909-0270
sfryd@yahoo.com

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Poetry

A Little Wisdom

A Painter’s Daughter

After Shave

 

And the World Held its Breath

Anticipation

Base Camp

Before Breakfast

Beautiful Ladies

Black and Blue

Black Widow

Blue Agave

Blueberry Pie

Chief Financial Officer

Coffee Ice Cream

Comfort Food

Courage Disguised As My Brother

Courage is Writing a Resume, Again

Cowboy Attorneys

Creative Detonation

Criminal Intent

Crusty Lady

Culinary Dreams

Daffodils in Cleveland

Denim Blue Days

Dichotomy

85718

Egos

Enveloped

Fear

Fearless

Finding Your Soul

5 Days Without a Poem

 for ClustrMaps

For I Can Fly

Frankie

Gift From a Friend

God Doesn’t Throw Dice

God on the Whisper

Goodbye

Happy Meal?

He Sings

Hope Arrives at Daylight

I Remember Our Kitchen

In the End

Je Suis Monet

Joy Rising

Juncture

Kyle Christopher

Lemons & Honey, Crackers & Tea

Little Girls & Purple Cats

Little Yellow Truck

Longing

Love On Wings

Lugubrious

Lunch On Friday

Madagascar

Magenta Gold

Malice Aforethought

Mask of Lies

Me, New & Improved

Minimum Wage

Mother of the Bride

Murder of a Child’s Soul

My Friend a Daddy

No More Cigarettes

Nothing to Prove

Nusha’s Guilt

Nutrition

Oh My

Opening Doors

Orgasms & Other Feelings

Papa Pirate

Perception

Pieces of the Same Quilt

Princess?

Queen of the Night

Raison D’être

Red Satin Sheets

Retirement Home

Safe Kitty

San Juan Windows

Seattle On Sunday

Serenade

Seventh Commandment

Slyman’s

Smoky Jazz

Some Men

Someday in Paris

Southwest Calling

Special Little One

Stranger

Subconscious

Succinct Fragments

Surgery

Tag You’re It

Tell Them

Thanksgiving

The Children Wept

The Day You Were Born

The Face In the Mirror

The Mind’s Monsoon

The Past Cries Out Loud

The Waltz

Thursday, in Long Beach

Too Little To Help

Treasures

Vermillion Flycatcher

Visa Card

Volcanoes Erupting 

Waiting

Wall of Words

Without the Other

Wish You Were Here

What Price Peace

Where Does the Train Go, When it Leaves Munich?

Words for You

Yartzeit for John

Yesterday, We Talked for Five Hours

You Meet No Strangers