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Today’s randomly-chosen word comes from the Tao Te Ching.  I picked up a copy at a used bookstore yesterday to use for blackout poetry and decided to use it for our word which is others (from book one XX). I don’t have much to say today.  I just wanted to paint with my blood again ,…
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miracles
My daughter, Gigi, and I read poetry to one another in the morning at breakfast. She read this one to me last week. Today, as we lay snuggled at Seward Park in Seattle, basking in the sunlight and watching it glisten on the water, I was reminded of this poem and the miracle of life…
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a summer haiku 4 him
girls playing on a zip line the scent of clover his voice merging with sunlight
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gifts from the heart
For as long as I remember, I have loved to give people flowers, cards or a smile, make them laugh, sing them a song or just generally find ways to brighten their day. My mom has always called me her “Sunshine”. It just feels good. I am blessed with numerous people in my life who…
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letter from my voice
I am taking a performance poetry class with Daemond Arindell at Freehold Theatre. I am learning about the many voices that want to come through me. I am learning about where things stick inside of me, what is brave enough to be heard and what still wants to hide under the eaves. I am learning…
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a drink from Love's hand
“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…
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