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Andy Wendt – Fun Technology. It's Not About Paris Hilton. Technology Is Like The Seasons. As I walked the trails at Hueston Woods State Park this wonderful fall weekend. It occurred to me: Technology, like the seasons, was only meant to be enjoyed for a finite period of time. To my pleasant surprise, the park located roughly ten minutes from Oxford, Ohio (the home of Miami University), was in the peak of its fall beauty with both its forest floor and canopy covered with bright fall colors. Born in 1963 i...
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: Mourning is Over
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Monday, February 27, 2012. And the days get longer. My sun gets brighter. And I get stronger. No longer a struggle. To crawl out of bed. And fewer what if’s. Swimming round in my head. Apart at the seams. What all of it means. It’s over, it’s done,. It’s time to arrange. Adjust to new life. And a much needed change. A whole new meaning. For this year’s spring cleaning. With a healing heart. A new song I’ll be singing. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Promote Your Page Too.
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: December 2009
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Monday, December 28, 2009. Oh how I long for a lover in words. Twisting vowels and consonants. Like a roller coaster in slow motion. Sparked flames darting about. Bringing light to dark forgotten corners of my bed. Saturated in inks and colors that illuminate the soul. Oh to feel my heart pound again with anticipation. Of what might spill from lips to penetrate my womanhood. With mere innuendoes and a spark of intensions in the eyes. Talk to me…. 160;Let me hear the vibrations of your vocal chord. But I ...
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: March 2010
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Monday, March 15, 2010. I've had fast food,. Yeah, I've had the dollar menu,. And indulged in the occasional smorgasbord,. But what I really crave,. What really wakes me at night with longing. Is that slow cooked meal. Where everything is organic and real. It is a taste that can't be satisfied. And it is a hunger. That won't settle for a cheap imitation. So I starve,. I starve by choice. Because I would rather go without. Than feed my body something. That is not healthy or good for it. So I am a lioness,.
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: April 2012
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Tuesday, April 17, 2012. Looking down in deep abyss. Anticipating a single kiss. Apprehension in the wind. Fearless to begin again. Heated waters of passions flow. Friendship that we’ve come to know. Swimming in the waters deep. Sharing secrets that we keep. It’s easy to promise forevermore. Because infinity is what we had before. Making up for our world gone bad. For the deepest love we’ve ever had. If I never get to touch your face. Or ever feel your warm embrace. My heart still beats in time with yours.
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: January 2010
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010. Rustling about trying to collect myself, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door for a job interview. It was December 17th, 2003, at 9:15am, and my appointment was in fifteen minutes. I hit the wall head on. 8221; the paramedic next to me scolded. Then he turned to the driver and said, “Tell her husband we had to take her to Middletown Hospital because they are the closest place with a head trauma unit.” Head trauma! I thought, did I not make it clear how much my ribs hurt?
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: No Smoking
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Saturday, January 5, 2013. Ashes fallen on a bar room floor, a reminder of painful past and stresses of the day. Passers by kick aside, unaware of the black and gray streaked across the floor. I guess it’s easily overlooked, but as the ashes are blown away to nothing but dust, but my awareness of something drawn deep within someone’s breath and blown out without thought, is someone’s life is slowly fading away. What if love be drawn in like cigarettes? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am also a writ...
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: November 2011
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Monday, November 21, 2011. Can’t Go Home Again. I was excited,. When you invited me to your home. It was the very place we learned,. We would never be alone. But when I arrived you were barely recognizable,. Something had changed within. You wasn’t the person that I remembered,. Although you wore her skin. I looked harder, I found glimpses. Of what I had left behind. But the deeper I went I realized. They were just memories in my mind. I stopped to get to know you,. And the person you had become. But it&...
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: July 2010
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010. Lying on the beach waiting for the tide to roll in. Anticipating the chill over my feet. I think back to his sweet voice calling my name again. The last thing he said rings bitter sweet. He said I never meant to lead you astray. May will be together some other day. Then the waves came rolling over me. Washing away all the pain. Someday somebody might want what’s left of me. After washing away all the stains. 8230;all the stains. Grabbing up sand that slips though my finger tips.
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Etha's Poetic Mumbling: January 2013
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Saturday, January 5, 2013. Ashes fallen on a bar room floor, a reminder of painful past and stresses of the day. Passers by kick aside, unaware of the black and gray streaked across the floor. I guess it’s easily overlooked, but as the ashes are blown away to nothing but dust, but my awareness of something drawn deep within someone’s breath and blown out without thought, is someone’s life is slowly fading away. What if love be drawn in like cigarettes? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am also a writer. ...
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