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Tuesday, January 31, 2012. Wednesday, January 11, 2012.
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Take a moment to kick off your shoes, relax, and refill your cup. Enjoy some poetry and a bit of art. Oh, And chocolate! Books That I Have Known. Saturday, July 8, 2017. And was then hosted by Chris. At Stuff as Dreams are Made on. I would love to see them.
I will be blogging at Tumblr indefinitely. You can find me here. The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it to bright light. We strain our eyes beyond this dusk to see.
ELENA-BUTTERFLY - - - -Με τα φτερα της ποιησης. 171;Και στης ζωης τους αγριους τους χειμωνες, αλκυονιδες μερες καρτερω. Τρίτη, 14 Απριλίου 2015. Βγαίνεις από την ίδια αυλή. Ό,τι έζησες ,σαν παλιός εραστής, έρχεται. Σε τυλίγει, σε ζεσταίνει. Κι όσους δρόμους ξένους και αν πάτησες. Πολύβουους ,πολύγλωσσους, μαργιόλικους. Αυτός, ο πρώτος, ο παλιός. Αυτό το χώμα, μόνο αυτό.
I, for one, am looking forward to cooler temps and a good smoke around a blazing fire.
We lived on the middle floor. Many rooms, airy, comfortable. With room for nasty secrets. Now I live alone in the loft. Open skylights let in sun and stars. To allow poems to float up. Paint flows from my fingers. The doors unlocked, the stairs broad,.
The Marking the Transition Poetry Project. Touring the Record office archives. Examples of YCC workshop poetry. Rhyme Time, example of Rap Poem. Visual Language and Sign Language Projects. Poems of migration and celebration.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010. Cool face of the river. Asked me for a kiss. During those last five or ten minutes of a yoga class when we all lie on our mats in silence, trying to quiet our thinking minds. Those five minutes are harder for me than eagle pose and shoulder-stand combined, if such a thing were possible. But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006. Even as I write, husband John is outside working on my potting shed. Old deck boards serve as siding and there will be shutters to keep it tight for the winter.
I self-published a book of poems when I was 19. Print-on-demand websites like Lulu were just beginning to gain popularity.