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Tuesday, August 24, 2010. Display a light bulb, telephone, phonograph record, scotch tape and other items invented by 19th or early 20th century inventors. Talk about the items with children and ask them to imagine what life was like before these items were part of everyday life. August is National Inventors Month honoring the people who have changed our lives so much. One New Years Eve. A flood of light. Lit up the night! Look for more inventor poems in Eureka! By Joyce Sidman, Millbrook Press, 2002.CONTENT
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Poetryfromafar-Poems by Martha Little, paintings by Matug Aborawi. I have a painter friend who is an immigrant from North Africa, Matug Aborawi. There is something alarming and compelling about his paintings, and also expectant and hopeful. Can there be so many arms.
Those who do not believe in anyone thing,. Weakness shaking to the very core. Wednesday, 10 March 2010. Friday, 26 February 2010. The people of the book,.
I wish you had been here when I had my first child. And I wish you could be here now to see her pretty smile. I wish you could be here when I need to call my Mommy. And I wish you had been here when my baby first called me Mommy. And I wish you could be here now so she could make you laugh. Would you laugh to see my baby driving me insane.
Poems inspired by or about the sea. On January 19, 2016 by Ina. In all the blood the dawn had shed. Before we lived, ongoing waves. Will be there after, you and me were. Only walking by the shore at times. Like so many have done and will do. The red waves gave birth. Yet, now I am alone. The murmur of the earth is just for me. In this hour in this moment. Time has washed itself before my feet.