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The Blog of Emma Dean. Newer posts →. When you feel like you aren’t enough, look outwards and explode with love bullets. From a very early age I have battled with this warped sense that ‘I am not enough’. I have a few theories about where this voice came from and although I’ve worked long and hard to make that little fucker decrescendo to a pianissimo, it is still there waiting in the wings for something or someone to trigger it. NO MORE REPEAT SIGNS motherfucker! Chocolate peanuts BE GONE! When ‘t...

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My Life, My Poems: March 2011

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My Life, My Poems. On a wind-swept beach. The sun has gone away. For their annual stay. To the beach –. It’s never too cold. They play in the sand. But their stay is brief. By a distant chant. For setting up camp;. For the stormy day. Played by the rain. Is lost in time. Posted by Anna Dean. On this ancient thing. Of a greater good. By truly greedy people. Posted by Anna Dean. It’s the moments. Posted by Anna Dean. It’s that time of day. When your work is done. And the sun is going down. And the radio on.

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My Life, My Poems: [Haiku]

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My Life, My Poems. Posted by Anna Dean. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Enter your email address:. Welcome to My Life, My Poems. A collection of my poems complemented by the photographs of Christopher Dean. Every day in every way I am moved beyond wonder by the world around me. A magpie cheekily hopping down my hallway, a comforting hug, the first star at night, the pain of loss - all fill my head with swirling words that settle gently into the poems that define the moments of my life.

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My Life, My Poems: April 2011

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My Life, My Poems. Were on the list. When I left home. I bought a rat. That found their way. Posted by Anna Dean. Posted by Anna Dean. Along the Fleurien Way. Parked by the roadside. Along the Fleurian Way. Dance to Mali beats. Into a percussive frenzy. By the summer dry. Timed to nature’s beat. By the discordant shrieks. Of a tinny reed. And our cup of tea. Posted by Anna Dean. Like sprigs of parsley. Relieves the stark expanse. Seared by the raging heat. Of nature’s hell. They wait for winter cover.

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My Life, My Poems: February 2012

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My Life, My Poems. And when I called. When I was sleeping. He would be back. Posted by Anna Dean. Posted by Anna Dean. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Enter your email address:. Welcome to My Life, My Poems. A collection of my poems complemented by the photographs of Christopher Dean. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget.

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My Life, My Poems: Nature Strip

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My Life, My Poems. This morning on my walk. I saw a white gum shedding bark. It stood draped in ragged remnants. Like a Weimar cabaret queen. Whose promised hints of beauty. Lured passing voyeurs in. To wrap around her fingers. With every little glimpse. Of the beauty she laid bare. Inch by teasing inch. And so it is that I’ll be back tomorrow. The next day and the next. To watch my woodland cabaret lady. Posted by Anna Dean. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Enter your email address:.

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I Heart Songwriting Club. Join the Mailing List. Friday 27 January, 2017. Songs of Our Land and Home - An Australia Day Live Concert. 7-930pm, The Henderson Art Gallery (South Brisbane, QLD). All tickets $15-20, All Ages. No doubt there is far more to celebrating our country than the traditional day off in January, a bash in the backyard, a few beers and a lamb chop. Many of us also experience a deep cultural and spiritual connection, although its significance is often not so easily expressed. As my firs...

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My Life, My Poems: Past Imperfect

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My Life, My Poems. Posted by Anna Dean. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Enter your email address:. Welcome to My Life, My Poems. A collection of my poems complemented by the photographs of Christopher Dean. Every day in every way I am moved beyond wonder by the world around me. A magpie cheekily hopping down my hallway, a comforting hug, the first star at night, the pain of loss - all fill my head with swirling words that settle gently into the poems that define the moments of my life.

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My Life, My Poems: January 2012

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My Life, My Poems. This morning on my walk. I saw a white gum shedding bark. It stood draped in ragged remnants. Like a Weimar cabaret queen. Whose promised hints of beauty. Lured passing voyeurs in. To wrap around her fingers. With every little glimpse. Of the beauty she laid bare. Inch by teasing inch. And so it is that I’ll be back tomorrow. The next day and the next. To watch my woodland cabaret lady. Posted by Anna Dean. Heavy in the palm. Posted by Anna Dean. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).