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Conversations the Other Day: It's quite something to hear a small boy calling his mother a "Bad Mommy".
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Wednesday, April 8, 2015. It's quite something to hear a small boy calling his mother a "Bad Mommy". A kindergartener scolds his mother. For dragging him up the bus, he. His complaint in baby talk,. An imitation of a tough guy. An older brother or uncle,. Pulling a frown, red. Clearly, he is the master. For she is more concerned. He is not offended,. Promising him ice cream. If he would just be. A good boy for her. Yeah, thatll turn out well. Sunday...
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Conversations the Other Day: Had something, then not.
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Friday, April 17, 2015. Had something, then not. Typing and backspacing,. The page remains a void. Rubbing a dry eye. Of a thousand pixels. Ocular pins and needles. I think this is a very visual poem, despite its length. Definitely something here. :). April 19, 2015 at 6:43 PM. Thanks dsnake. :). April is getting challenging. April 19, 2015 at 7:42 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. DVerse Meeting At The Bar.
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Conversations the Other Day: I wish him well.
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Thursday, April 30, 2015. I wish him well. There's no answer -. Just questions and a new. Padlock on the gate. The framed picture of Blessed Mary. And baby Jesus above the door -. The wooden cross hanging. Straight center above the door. Against the bare white-wash;. The potted herb plants. Have been taken away,. So are all the shoes. And shoe-shelf by the wall. Offered no help; Uncle. Is a quiet man who collected. Coins, newspapers, old radios.
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Conversations the Other Day: Opinion: Real books with pages are better than ebooks.
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Tuesday, April 7, 2015. Opinion: Real books with pages are better than ebooks. How to pick a book. Go to a library. Cover to cover;. Catch your eye,. Open it with care,. And if a sentence. Grabs you and pulls you. Into a paragraph,. I am in total agreement especially now that research is finding out the light on e-books and ipads contribute to insomnia. i like waking up with a book open on my chest. April 7, 2015 at 11:13 PM. April 8, 2015 at 5:25 AM.
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Conversations the Other Day: Mountains are lessons in patience.
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Sunday, April 5, 2015. Mountains are lessons in patience. Shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Tuesday Platform. A very thoughtdul poem and great teacher- thanks. April 7, 2015 at 9:24 PM. It is a beautiful lesson on patience. I love a mountain waits for me. unfazed. By my fumbling, my missteps. April 7, 2015 at 10:03 PM. April 7, 2015 at 11:24 PM. April 7, 2015 at 11:41 PM. April 8, 2015 at 1:40 AM. April 8, 2015 at 5:11 AM. April 9, 2015 at...
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Conversations the Other Day: Doctors are nothing but bad news
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Wednesday, April 22, 2015. Doctors are nothing but bad news. He has no patience with sickness. Takes two more pills. Than the recommended dose. And he doesn't believe in doctors;. Doctors are the last resort. This cannot be happening to me -. He looks hard at the deep lines. On his hands, the gnarly veins. He stares at them as if alien blood. Courses through them: blue-green,. Thick and lumpy. He swears he can feel. Every corrupt cell in them. Imagi...
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Conversations the Other Day: Noticing the little things
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Friday, April 10, 2015. Noticing the little things. Most people in this city are too busy to notice things;. Walking along, fast as they can. To catch a bus or train,. And cell phone,. Like how the wind. Shaking the dry leaves. Out of the flame tree. All over the pedestrians. Criss-crossing the roads;. Is open their umbrellas;. The fine blue grass. Sprouting in the cracks. Of a dry wall. Or a cat sleeping. All stretched out;. The happy hum of a bee.
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Conversations the Other Day: Predawn Findings
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Tuesday, April 14, 2015. At the bus stop. There's a white cat. Next to a whiskey bottle,. White front paws,. Flat on his back. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. DVerse Meeting At The Bar. DVerse Open Link Night. Open Link Monday (Imaginary Garden with Real Toads). If I'm not here, I'm out and about. I regularly post at Flickr. =) (Click on image to visit.). Poetry Communities and Websites. Imaginary gardens with real toads.
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Conversations the Other Day: The music of friendly banter
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Saturday, April 11, 2015. The music of friendly banter. When best friends talk,. Going back and forth,. Rolling up to rocky shore. On a calm day. I do that, too. April 13, 2015 at 1:53 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. DVerse Meeting At The Bar. DVerse Open Link Night. Open Link Monday (Imaginary Garden with Real Toads). If I'm not here, I'm out and about. Poetry Communities and Websites. I wish him well.
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Conversations the Other Day: Invisible lines along common corridors
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Conversations the Other Day. An archive of scribblings. Wednesday, April 15, 2015. Invisible lines along common corridors. Neighborly dispute over flower pots. Noises set the dogs. To someone on the second floor. To the floor, scattering. Of bright yellow sunflowers. That was the last word. They went back inside. One door slammed,. Then the other;. Yellow petals break off. Shattered by the aftershock. This has gorgeous movement! April 16, 2015 at 4:30 AM. Thank you Mama Zen. :). April 16, 2015 at 6:59 AM.
