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Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Scrimshaw Artist

he spent his life perfecting a dying folk art recreating scenes of wild watery horizons tall ships and mighty foes a whale fluke splashing gulls in the sky maybe a lighthouse all in miniature scratched on ivory black ink fills the cracks relating stirring tales of seafarers in days gone by minutely... Sign in to see full entry.

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Searching for Souviners

it is the custom in japan to present gifts to friends as a true gesture of friendship and so we prepare for our transpacific journey scouring stores for that perfect gift to honor them whales, scrimshaw, sailing ships? we came home empty-handed after traipsing about hoping for that connection which... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Birdhouse Inn

he tends the chickens she makes the scones the rooms are readied for visitors to their home travelers make reservations to visit places of interest the beds are super comfy their breakfast is the BEST her morning glory muffins go fine with green mountain coffee his gourmet omelettes certainly fill... Sign in to see full entry.

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Earth's Transformation

after a harsh and bleak winter that rudely entered april suddenly spring appears earth's carpet so drab and brown transforms into tender green royal purple crocuses then buttery daffodils brave pansy heads now glorious tulip and cherry trees dogwoods pink and white join the grand symphony of birds... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 14, 2008

The Palm Reader

she can read palms he has a long life line and a thick thumb there are riches to come the psychic hangs a sign fortune-telling here tarot cards reveal the future look into the crystal ball see if you dare check your horoscope free-will astrology align your life with the stars in orbit find a lucky... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

House of Flu

tis the season when suddenly a feverish brow ensues malaise and achiness slip in as uninvited guests darkening our halls his bed usually a place of repose becomes a broiling enclave where guests are not welcome his body revolts and calls for added troops to battle the fiery invaders while his mind... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

A Garland of Seaweed

a garland of seaweed was left behind on the beach just beyond the slow lapping waves each sepia cluster lay facing away from the ocean as if mermaids in their haste to a party relinquished jewels too heavy to carry to Neptune's cave perhaps instead they chose barnacle amulets and silvery blue pearls... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Father and Son

a man sought to save everyone it was his mission in life he delivered a hard sermon converting souls not only his wife his eight children grew up with stern preaching by day at night there was prayer while young no dissent to his say in churches and halls round the county they sang all his songs of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 10, 2008

The Crescent Moon

tonight the crescent moon hangs on the southernmost curve as if it could swing to and fro like a baby's cradle holding the blackened sphere its pale orange light emits a glow that reaches beyond our understanding we have been watching this moon for eons from caveman times to times of rocket ships... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 9, 2008

A Quilt of Leaves

when the quilt of leaves was drawn back yellow-green tendrils shivered bracing themselves against the howling march winds as if to say "not now, not yet" now we are naked and prey to predators who peck and gnaw we were cozy under our dark organic blanket of compost our only refuge is to reach for... Sign in to see full entry.

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