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Walk With Father Nature: Birds
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Walk With Father Nature. Click on the " Title. Each photo to view the original post @ WWFN. May 21, 2014. December 11, 2012. September 11, 2014. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). WWFN Welcomes VISITOR number:. WWFN delivered to your Inbox. Free. Viewers' Favorites Last 7 Days. Silver Bells - Silver Prayers. Fragments of Poetry 17. Bill Sleeman - CEO/President @ Proteus Innovative Technologies - Grand Rapids, Michigan. What greater thing could you do with your gifts? Your photography is admirable, and your Poet...
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Published | Whispers from the Unseen
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Whispers from the Unseen. A Journal and Forum for Writing in the Arts. I want to be a straw. Hollow, so. That it’s clear I have no feelings. When each letter arrives. Igniting in my open palm. That what I have sucks. Can come through as an elixir. That teases as it taunts:. You can’t catch a buzz. From → Joseph Bastow. Click here to cancel reply. You can use basic XHTML in your comments. Your email address will never. Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS. Have Words Will Travel. How A Poem Happens.
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The Smoking Poet - Summer 2008
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The Smoking Poet - Summer 2008. Short Story Contest WINNER. Short Story Contest - Second Place. Short Story Contest - Third Place. Short Story Contest - Honorable Mention. Feature YA Author Interview. A fine cigar and good literature: two of life's finest pleasures. But you didn’t make it easy. Four of us read through stacks of stories—. TSP co-founder and cigar editor,. Three time novelist, our fiction editor,. Novelist and winner of a laundry list of literary awards. Each of us read quietly in our ...
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A Little String to Pull | Whispers from the Unseen
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Whispers from the Unseen. A Journal and Forum for Writing in the Arts. A Little String to Pull. By J Scott Mosel. I remember it like it was yesterday. How we held hands and cried below a window. Filled with light, branches bending the wind. You wore your blue soul, just the way I like it,. The one with the open back, folds above the hips,. A litle string to pull and find God. You spent the morning in the Egyptian room,. Touching the black sarcophagus , flirting. With the docents, as you remained unnoticed.
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Dr. Quigley Belonged To A Tribe | Whispers from the Unseen
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Whispers from the Unseen. A Journal and Forum for Writing in the Arts. Dr Quigley Belonged To A Tribe. By J Scott Mosel. Dr Quigley began to take his coffee. Black, right about the time a clover. Appeared on his chest. At first he thought it was a type of stigmata. He belonged to a tribe that did not yet exist,. And this gave him enormous satisfaction. At night he dreamt deeply, his extended family. Vacationing on cruise ships along the west coast. Of California, probably Venice Beach,. Close to the rive...
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Dr. Quigley Walked the Streets | Whispers from the Unseen
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Whispers from the Unseen. A Journal and Forum for Writing in the Arts. Dr Quigley Walked the Streets. By J Scott Mosel. Two suicides in one season. And Dr. Quiqley walked the streets in vain. A poetry for this does not exist. He watched the snow begin to fall,. Large wisps that tapered off into fog,. Soft pebbles of light in the 21st century. If only you were born in a nearby star! If only you were a message from God,. Manna from another universe,. Or this one. He did not care. And as his breath deepened.
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Walk With Father Nature: Insects
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Walk With Father Nature. Click on the titles. To view the original post @ WWFN. Delicate, Dazzling, Damselfly. August 11, 2012. This is an excellent Entomology. Lesson for students and adults. June 21, 2012. June 19, 2012. Water Striders - Gerris remigis. June 2, 2012. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). WWFN Welcomes VISITOR number:. WWFN delivered to your Inbox. Free. Viewers' Favorites Last 7 Days. Silver Bells - Silver Prayers. Fragments of Poetry 17. What greater thing could you do with your gifts? Your pho...
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Walk With Father Nature: Wildflowers
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Walk With Father Nature. Click on the title. Above each photo to view the original post @ WWFN. August 16, 2014. Plus photographs of fifteen additional species. January 3, 2012. Plus seven more photographs of four species. June 8, 2012. Botanical description transformed into poetry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). WWFN Welcomes VISITOR number:. WWFN delivered to your Inbox. Free. Viewers' Favorites Last 7 Days. Silver Bells - Silver Prayers. Fragments of Poetry 17. Your photography is admirable, and your Poe...
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Dr. Quigley Walked Down 7th Street | Whispers from the Unseen
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Whispers from the Unseen. A Journal and Forum for Writing in the Arts. Dr Quigley Walked Down 7th Street. By J Scott Mosel. Dr Quigley walked down 7th street to enter Chinatown. Amused by the big screen televisions, he stopped. For a moment to stare at a commercial of butterflies. Helping an insomniac go to sleep. Tender, sleep. Last night he dreamt of long palatial hallways. In the hospitals for the damned, afraid to look sideways. Into a room, afraid to see death,. The smell of feces in his nose. Nothi...
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Walk With Father Nature: generosity
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Walk With Father Nature. Monday, August 3, 2015. In loving memory of Richard J. Havenga and Peter Draugalis Sr. The lake hides its generosity. Beneath its reflection;. Just like my father,. Left: my Grandfather - Peter Draugalis Sr. Right: my Father - Richard John Havenga. In the 1950's,. His plywood fishing boat. I can still see. Reflected in his lenses. Here, try my sunglasses,. You can see fish down there.". Slowly fanning their fins. Among the vertical weeds. A Largemouth Bass,. Above the drop-off,.
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