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Sunday, October 08, 2006. Inspiring Workshops for Poets of All Levels. Click Flier for larger view. I am the woman who. Not knowing what to do next. But then felt it move. And saw a bird rise. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing.
First Encounters of a Bumbling Kind. Thursday, November 29, 2007. Chapbook published by Poetry Immersion 2007. MOST RECENTLY November 10, 2007, Poetry Immersion Reading at Tsunami Books. Chapbook Published by Poetry Immersion, Fall 2007. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007. But then felt it move. This poem appeared in my graduate thesis, 1988. Poems that focus on Psychological stuff. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing.
Saturday, April 7, 2007. You have sired my children. I hold you on my lap. Nurse you at my breast. I love you, lose you. And find you, but can never. Quite sew you into my life. On bright sunny days you smile. In the dark of my chest. But come night you turn hard. You are ransacking my house. I run from my bed.
After dreaming what I dream. I wake to my world. Outside my window the sparrows and starlings. Inside my mind is my daughter. Dawn who lives with her boyfriend. She is sick with an ear infection. It is too early to call or bring. I would like to bring her mint tea. My Andy and friends are sleeping. All over the living-room floor. All of them have been playing.
The Dog Died on a Daily Basis. The Dog Died on a Daily Basis. Then the next day it died again. Those were the days left for mourning. There was always a new death. After a while the baby started dying as well. It became a daily occurrence. Dog death and baby death. Then came the leaving of lovers. They came just to leave. They left you and then the next day. It was a kind of daily rape.
Monday, May 7, 2007. To do it, but. I threw my baby out the window. It was made of glass. Made of glass, and yet. I broke my legs, my arms. Was ripped off at the cheek. Today I bleed and bleed. I come to you in agony of shame. To plead for thread and needle. Plaster, glue and surgical tools.
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Poems that deal with inner turmoil. Sometimes poetry is a good form of therapy. Sometimes it helps. Sometimes it teaches. These poems came out of an attempt to heal by facing inner demons. And sometimes inner guides. Posted by Joan Dobbie 158 AM. View my complete profile. Poems that focus on Psychological stuff. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing. Not Having a Lover. What I Learned One Day in Hell. Your Eyes Blue As Gods Heaven. I Am The Woman.CONTENT
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