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Friday, May 23, 2008

Pictures can inspire us. Write free in 5-minute spontaneous bursts...

This is my Bird of God sculpture, 12" x 6" while looking at pictures. Writing is a form of talking. Talk about your pictures in a poem! I wrote the poem below after creating my Bird of God sculpture: I like to begin by exploring the phrase, I am... I am a poet...but then I think "What is a poet?"... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 22, 2008

Waking from sleep, Inside the veins there are navies setting forth...

Tiny explosions at the water lines, And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood. It is morning. The country has slept the whole winter. Window seats were covered with fur skins, the yard was full Of stiff dogs, and hands that clumsily held heavy books. Now we wake, and rise from bed, and eat... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

My Place, I have a place to come to.

It's my place. I come to it morning, noon and night and it is there. I expect it to be there whether or not it expects me - - my place where I start from and go towards so that I know where I am going and what I'm going from, making me firm in my direction. I am good to talk to. you feel in my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 19, 2008

Marriage is a partnership, a contract...to avoid confusion...

that could derail our relationships, a marriage begins with vows we must both take seriously, we must not blame...or get lost in anger and resentment... we must not force our opinions on others, we need to nourish and foster trust in each other, we must be the partner we want others to be we need to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

The fine art of conversation...talking...talking...talking...

Lifestyle picture in Belleville News Democrat 5/12/2008, Artist Unk. Most of our lives are filled with talking, listening or walking away, I haven't been to the moon, I'm not a rockstar, I'm a lilttle on the shy side for a writer, I found I would rather listen than talk; my body language always... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 11, 2008

A Poem's Conquest, it invades me first by accident, then repeatedly...

Poems invade me day or night with all their passionate intensity, my will to resist has turned instead into a precious betrothal, even though the more persistent poems are living incognitio, they promised me that others will know them and follow them, down my neck, my breast, my belly button, and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 10, 2008

Madonna and Baby Jesus...the supreme subject...

Some call her Mary, others call Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, little Jesus was her first work of art, the toddler probably wondered why some crawled and became twisted like broken branches when in his presence, he smiled at them and their limbs grew strong, he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Venus and Adonis, a minor epic of sexual love...

Venus has herself falling in love and refuses to take no for an answer from her first mortal companion lover, Adonis, her swelling lips and breasts ached for him to feed on her from morning till night, a little shy or little arrogant, no one knows, he did not immediately succumb to her sexual desire... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 9, 2008

Undergrounding Dancing...

there's a bird pecking at the fat; there's a dead tree covered with snow; there's a truck dropping cinders on the slippery highway. there's life in my backyard - - black wings beating on the branches, greedy eyes watching, mouths screaming and fighting over the greasy ball. There's a mole singing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 8, 2008

This poem is not addressed to you...You may come into it briefly...

*Aphrodite But no one will find you here, no one. You will have changed before the poem will. Even while you sit there, unmovable, You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. The poem will go on without you. It has the spurious glamor of certain voids. It is not sad, really, only empty. Once... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Passage of time. Down here on the third rock from the Sun, self-expression is our genius and we must not be talked out of it.I enjoy using pictures and writing to speak for me. I especially enjoy letting others revisit their own lives when reading mine and looking at my photo's.

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