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Theft

Theft The United States is a misnomer The Destroyed States of the Americas has an honest, forthright, sound. Countries steal other countries all the time. England stole my ancestors’ country. But I don’t live in other countries, I live here, … Continue reading

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Daily Kitchen Counter Love Notes

Part of “30 poems in November” fundraiser for The Center for New Americans (www.cna.com). Support them by clicking: http://www.razoo.com/story/poems-for-dollars. Thanks. J – At work –                      Sorry didn’t do dishes – … Continue reading

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When there was night

(written for 30 Poems in November.Please go to http://www.razoo.com/story/poems-for-dollars to Pledge for The Center for New Americans0   When there was night Endless stars in constant motion, moon shadows, deep sleep, brilliant dreams, waking dreams, shared dreams, zodiacal light, blue, … Continue reading

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A Bulwer-Lytton Children’s Poem

The Bulwer-Lytton Contest challenges writers to create the worst opening sentence to a novel, i.e. the inspiration for the contest: “It was a dark and stormy night….” For examples, go to  http://www.bulwer-lytton.com I was inspired by them to write a Bulwer-Lytton … Continue reading

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Clearing the mind to see

          (for 30 Poems in November fundraiser) … His mind overtaxed with formulas, Jonas Salk retreated to Umbria. … What clears the mind to see? … Italian hillsides, Gleaming stone walls, The geometry of arches and … Continue reading

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Listening to O’Carolan

Turlough O’Carolan, harpist/ composer, born blind 1670, Co Mead First morning sun pries open the mountain; Her rays sparkle on the pond and disturb the geese. Light rushes across the field, illuminating sheep as it passes. … Straight rays bolt … Continue reading

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Except

I’m a Christian, he wrote, except I’m an eye for an eye kind of guy. Yeah, I’m Leonardo DaVinci, I said, except I can’t draw. I’m Renee Fleming except I can’t sing. I’m a feminist except Poor women are ugly, … Continue reading

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