Poetry in the land of my life. March 1, 2015 in poems. Soft pressure of my boot onto dirt sodden asphalt pulls me towards the earth. The gentle tug bearing me downward to root and grow limbs with leaves. A Black capped chickadee rests momentarily on bare auburn colored boxberry branch. Snow falls again as we all watch March blow in. December 29, 2009 in poems. Shotgun blast shattered window pane. Why would anyone choose to live here? My anti war poem.

Bjarkman, who can also be found at www. Reinforcement Player Draft Selection Summary.

Poetry, Art, Medicine and Society. Poetry, Art, Medicine and Society.

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers. For holding space for us to sharing our writing. The Shadorma is a Spanish style form of poetry with a 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable pattern. I watched our future speak up and speak out.

Pulling sheets over hospital beds,. And cleaning out bottles and pores,. You press loving hands on heads. Thought life had offered you ways to wed. Pulling sheets over hospital beds. Seems to be what is needed for the dead. And all the time you may have in store. You press loving hands on heads. Hands take gentle strokes and keep score;. Pulling sheets over hospital beds.

I have moved home, yeah! From 10 April 2017 on this blog has been moved to my new website julieoyang. Julie Curates China appears every Wednesday in. 繫 means connection, tie, correlation, an organizing system etc. The character has silk in it.

His grey toque and toothy grin. And I am flying so high. Well, its not what you would you would call funny necessarily but its kind of funny to me to look back on how things were in high school; how angsty and sexually frustrate we were! Anyway, I think its a quirky little piece with a lot of personal nostalgia.

On The Journey With SuziCate. Life is filled with both. Where you choose to focus is up to you. Sometimes you must let go. You let go of the untrue words written or said about you or someone you love. Do you let go because they are untrue? Perhaps. Do you let go because you think the person spewing them is small minded and self-serving? The Flux Of All Things.

October 9, 2010 by watermaid. In poetry; drench words in sounds. But most of all in silence. She wants to pour forth. The secrets of her soul but. As in a Zen meditation. Like a prospector; to separate. A Walk in the Wood. June 1, 2010 by watermaid.