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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Not feeling poetic today...maybe, I'll just rant a little...if it's okay...

As a writer I can redefine myself with each new day, giving exaggerated importance to each new birthday and every other milestone in my life. I am a victim of genes. My family was divided not only by state lines but into groups of "made it" or "too meek to make it." With my mom and pops both dead... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The Cowboy & Bull & Poem

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Saturday, February 23, 2008

When I was a child...

I was a plumpish cute child, with long banana curls like Shirley Temple, moms told me. I could walk and speak but not at the same time. My function was to make my parents happy. At least that is what I thought. I wanted to be a good girl but...I didn't like to be told No! There was no spitting, no... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Don't you think imaging is kind of an emotional shorthand?...

Images in our writing allows us to communicate directly the point we are trying to make. Art expression, imagination and dreams are forms of emotional shorthand that help us reconnect our heart to our body, mind and soul when we're sad. Despair, confusion and stress may cause us emotional trauma,... Sign in to see full entry.

Living the Moment...

If one is looking at his words, tasting them, feeling their pull at his gut, he becomes them, totally absorbed, If one is looking at a flower, smelling the flower, touching the softness, he is one with the flower, If one is listening to music, rolling his head, moving to the beat, The sound is... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Love is a strong, emotional attachment...

I read a small red book recently called "Love" by Leo Buscaglia and I recommend it highly to all you letting love get in the way of your happiness. "It would be well to consider the following premises," he tells us: One cannot give what he does not possess. To give loss you must possess love. One... Sign in to see full entry.

If you could see me work, you'd smile...

Can you feel my soul crying out as I idly chat away, Sometimes my feelings are more guarded and recycled, I'm always bewitched, befuddled, and in awe at the magic process of writing, If you saw me working, you'd know how much I rely on the "unseen" to guide and partner me, If you watched me sculpt... Sign in to see full entry.

A Thousand Artists' Eyes

When twilight chases day, Heavens twinkled with the delight of a Thousand artists' eyes, the day but one, a fireball called the sun to help us get our day's work done, When twilight chases day, Heavens twinkled with the delight Of a thousand artists' eyes, All called upon to pay their due, writers... Sign in to see full entry.

Cowboys, Bulls and Poems

A Cowboy's Moonlight Ride A virgin moon shining particles of our forefathers Ageless and weightless A movie Camera, Intake, focus, Flash-on: An aged Cowboy and a lot of bull imbedded deep within a plush green, still-life hemisphere, partly missing and partly seen, Intact, flashback, intake Callused... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Honeybee World

I personally think the Honeybees got the right idea about living and working; keeping their family close in a pleasant busy Beehive where some are going and some are coming. You can find them near the hollow of a murmurring tree, "What we would first and last be? Many of them can be male or female,... Sign in to see full entry.

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