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Open Mic (S – Z) | Poets for Living Waters
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Open Mic (A C). Open Mic (D – G). Open Mic (H – J). Open Mic (K – M). Open Mic (N – R). Open Mic (S – Z). Poets for Living Waters. Creating venues for poetry in support of healthy ocean communities. Open Mic (S – Z). Why the Sea is Salt. So you will float. Because of the blood shed. By the Atlantis motel. Because beneath the waves. So you will lick your arm. Because the fairy tale is Russian. Where I stand ankle deep talking to you. On a cell phone. And suddenly the sea rises. Is full of oil. Mother eart...
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Links | Kate Kohler
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Composer, Performer, Musician and Teacher. The rest of my very musical family! A very cool music store in Culver City, CA. I also teach piano there. A very cool music store in Bozeman, MT. My nephew, who also happens to be a talented composer! Excellent drummer and instructor! Songwriter extraordinaire and lovely human being! Songwriter, guitarist, harpist and vocalist, she's amazing! Great Piano Tuner in the LA area! Artists Edge Debra Russell. This Life Coach will change yours! It's about giving back.
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hope | undercaws
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July 4, 2015. Ancient grains of hope, stories survive. Within the hollow bones of crows. Legends splinter, escaping through cracks. As caws collapse against night. Did you hear that? Old crows caw history’s quilt, stitching stars to clay. Somewhere between marrow and loft. Where hearts crawl open. Echoing grains of hope. Visit The Sunday Whirl. May 5, 2013. Singing provides a place for grief to move. Through the thousand thunderous memories. That flash in bits and pieces. Toothy grins and tomato soup,.
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poem: wordle, lyric: lightfoot « The Gray Cat's Detour
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The Gray Cat's Detour. Poem: wordle, lyric: lightfoot. 5 March, 2011. Across battered dare guardian lean mellow pose rusty search shore shout survive table tangled tarnished tilting tips trace windmills woodland. SANCHO PANZA GREETS THE DAWN. The patio furniture has gotten all tangled, with the table tilting. Into the unprepared flower bed. And the charcoal grill on the verge of tipping over. The striped umbrella– that blew away,. Across the street and beyond. Two battered toy windmills,. Come shore me up.
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An Occasion Requiring Shoes | Toasted Knees
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An Occasion Requiring Shoes. This was written using the visual prompt at Magpie Tales. Glad to get home and remove those instruments of torture! I must be getting old! I mostly like to wear something comfortable, and if they are a little bit old and worn I don’t really mind. The heels on those shoes only look low, but when you’ve got to wear them for several hours they might as well be four-inch heels. These days I’m built for comfort, not speed. Turn my toes up I don’t want. 18 responses ». 01/06/2010 a...
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Imagine: November 2013 PAD Challenge
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Poems Writings and Reflections by Pearl Ketover Prilik. November 2013 PAD Challenge. There was an error in this gadget. November 2013 PAD Challenge. Farola street light .jpg. Day 16. "Half-Way Poems". In the rearview mirror. In the rearview mirror. The flash of mountains. The crest of waves. Lull of a looned lake. In the rearview mirror. Infants born in mystic. In the rear-view mirror. In the rear-view mirror. To a fine thin black line. Of this middling journey. All the way or no way at all. In this woe-...
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Imagine: July 2015
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Poems Writings and Reflections by Pearl Ketover Prilik. November 2013 PAD Challenge. There was an error in this gadget. Sunday, July 26, 2015. He was coatless as a boy should be. Cutting slices through the summer air. Thinking of games until finally his sneakers. Touched their walk and he ran to the front. Door at the end of the road-side stiching,. Breath in happy panting already feeling the. Touch of Emily – her family would be in the. Kitchen as they were every summer- a pitcher. Have dinner on the.
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Imagine: August 2015
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Poems Writings and Reflections by Pearl Ketover Prilik. November 2013 PAD Challenge. There was an error in this gadget. Sunday, August 30, 2015. Down cobbled stones she hears her own wanting-heart. Thumping hobbles dragging dread uncanny closer until. Transformed - pantingly vulnerable as any empty-head. Heroine smothers all - she simply waits breathlessly for. Some swart heroic swoop to rip the disguise from her. Pallid poem and fill her world with rounded vowels. Labels: inspired by whirligig words.
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Imagine
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Poems Writings and Reflections by Pearl Ketover Prilik. November 2013 PAD Challenge. There was an error in this gadget. Sunday, August 2, 2015. They float as cotton candy. Toys for children to shape. As they lay upon their backs. In the green grass of summer. Seeing forms configure in sun. Sometimes they pass with only. A moment of shadow falling over the. The laughter of childhood innocence–. Sometimes they darken and pour. Rain upon barefoot children running. Meteorological cumulonimbus oft times.
