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Solitude, which has been mostly useful. My father lived in a dirty-dish mausoleum,. Watching a portable black-and-white television,. Which he preferred to Modern Fiction. One by one, his schnauzers died of liver disease,. Except the one that guarded his corpse. Found holding a tumbler of Bushmills. I took a plaid shirt from the bedroom closet. Me much affection but gave me a knack.
Sunday, February 24, 2013. The marvelous SC poet, Susan Laughter Meyers, offered me the opportunity to participate in the NEXT BIG THING, so here goes. 1What is the working title of your book? Do Not Fault the Mockingbird. 2 Where did the idea come from for your book? I used to say , unfortunately. Blah, blah, blah but now I am not sure if the regret still exists. 3 What genre does your book fall under? 5 What is a one sentence synopsis of your book? In the fin.
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Friday, June 12, 2009. They gave bluebonnet seeds and six-toed cats,. Worshipped oddities, buried their dead erect,. Bequeathed an irreproducible shade of purple,. Withheld its alchemy, cultivated mangoes. And rye, carved millstones, shaped bells. We mine their discarded seeds and stones. From ancient dumps, steal clappered metal. From noble crypts, surmise they had the answers,. Closer, clearer then, find hints to what, where,. When, but only riddles for who and why. These were their gifts to us.CONTENT
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Thursday, May 28, 2009. I found this poem by Jane Hirshfield. Bearing slow ripples of thought.
Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
A collaborative photography project created to dignify and raise awareness of the identities of stateless people through visual art. Help fund a documentary and portrait project in the Haitian Bateyes. A description of the bateys from Raul Zecca Castel paints a picture of these communities with the following.