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Photogaphs by Ethel Mortenson Davis. Elk and Big Horn Sheep in a Field. A Stream in the San Juan Mountains. Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis. Tagged as elk and big horn sheep. Untitled Town Book and Author Festival. My Speakers Sessions, Thomas Davis.

Friday, February 19, 2016. Kendal Town Hall viewed from Allhallows Lane. I more or less stayed in the old home town of Kendal for a month. I grew up and went to school there until I was 18, but now I know virtually nobody there anymore apart from my older relatives. First on the list was a.

A two-foot tube of secrets. With a bunch of keys. 1 November 2011 3 Comments. A Charm Against Ye Knavish Trick-or-Treaters. Get ye hence, touch not this door,. Retrace thy steps, disturb no more. Our sweet repose at close of day. Thou art not welcome, go thy way.

Of odd-shaped tubes and angles. But no shared laughter, tedium or pain;. Enduring the same wild weather. Yet it knows no cold or drop of sweat;. When time slows and life shrinks. To fractured bits of inches. And scattered shards of seconds. It alone is left untouched. By fear, and all that follows. This bloodless, wordless better half. Makes us greater than ourselves;.

Music, Inspiration and The Craft. On June 7, 2014 by Jamie McPherson. I recorded it on my mobile phone. Just me playing some blues slide, singing and blowing some harp. I got me some black coffee.

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My name is Christine and I have been flirting with poetry since 2011. I know very little about poetry and its various forms etc, but I am reading and learning. So I write my poems as therapy for the MS and also because sometimes it is simply fun to do, especially as I now spend more time at home. This is a big step for me, letting others read my poems. I hope you enjoy them and they make some sense.

and each promise being kept true. We would be angels called by the sun. Entwined in soft clouds laying low. Beneath a sky of Caribbean blue. To that calling I waited here. Attentive to the ones who came before me. Sitting by the sacred stones watching signs from the heavens. And you are always are near when the storm clouds. Even, as I breathe.