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If you head to my website and scroll down. 12 tracks of therapeutic bliss! Oh mama what more could you ask? All for the price of a couple of beers in some trendy, over-rated pub. Well, why not download the LP, stick it on your i-pod or whatever and go for a walk listening to my dulcet tones. TAKE ME TO DOCTOR DAVE! Links to this post. Underground Spoken Word As It Should Be. The Waves Began The Night. It is with a .
Poems, Places and Soundscapes. To Sunday 27 April 2014. Poems, Places and Soundscapes.
About poetry and thoughtfulness, I think. So then, twenty four poems to be enjoyed and the book also contains delightful illustrations by artist Karen Rossart. I will enjoy this for a long time to come and it was a pleasure to hear Joy Winkler herself bring them to life. It is also worth a mention that in 2005 she was the Poet Laureate for Cheshire, England. Stolen Rowan Berries by Joy Winkler.
A Memoir of Recording Poetry and Other Sounds. An Introduction to Prattle and Din. It would have to be at least two years, probably three, since. Yet it still felt like a wild impulse buy. Heil Sound PR 40 mounted on boom. This is more or les.
Education, Art, and Poetry with Denise Fontaine-Pincince. Art with Poetry in the Schools. Art with Poetry in the Schools.
Monday, September 19, 2016. Tenemos el gusto de ofrecer para la sección, Amor y poesía, del blog Ancile, los preciosos y sentidos poemas de amor, seleccionados para l. Monday, June 06, 2016. El tren de las 7 AM. Ruge como si fuera un t.
Madonna is not one to hold her tongue and she is always saying or doing something controversial, yet did she really say a sentence that inspired a painting of her as a vagina? And yet painting a woman as a vulva can be very insulting; however, Reynosa has done what he believes is a ver.
tales of the sea, and the gale winds approaching. Gently tossed to and fro, she cools her heels in the folk lore. They will come, of that she is sure. Yea, she hangs her hat on it. And when she has been spent for the day, as the gloaming looms in the distance, tis there she scatters her pinings to the wind. The morrow has quickly cast her into the dusky shadows. Ahead, where she will rock, gently tossed to and fro, awaiting her next venture out to sea.
The Night Sky in the Day Time. When rain washes the sky clear. Tensions resolved, static removed,. Bewildered at the streaks,. Paint trailing at the bottom of a dome. See as you have never seen,. Darkly, though no longer through a glass. Clustered, staring, unblinking. Who knew the sky is a face? The earth is a mouth,.