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The sunflower stretched
With its stalk and its neck
As far to the sky
As it could – reaching high,
Pushing its golden face
With clumsy, awkward grace

Trying, with all...

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The holidays is often a time of heightened feelings and emotions, whether light or dark. Please take care and try to be kind to yourself...

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Dearest,


There would be no nightfalls 
thereunto your eyes but partly goosebumps
nor would be nightscapes along your brows 
even an inch above their  shorelines

where darkness...

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Potawatomi language,
says Robin Wall Kimmerer,
does not verbally divide us into masculine and feminine.
However, unlike most English verbs,
Potawatomi verbs distinguish between animate and inanimate objects.

For example,
we...

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GRACE GROWS BEST IN WINTER 
I had but one joy,this apple
of my eye, to preach of Christ
,my Lord.Now I hang but by
a thread,but if I...

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SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD

The sound of water,escaping dams
willows,old rotten planks,slimy
posts,brickwork,old timber props
wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets
towpaths without gates,horses that
tow barges collared with crimson fringe.

Wheat...

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The golden grain stretched out like sheets
upon the Kansas plain, like birthright,  innocent
behind the festered sun.
Some were unaware of upstarts 
in the rolling Minnesota...

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By Humber in a drowsy afternoon,
When for my love long lost alone I pin’d,
My heart itself did sing a saddest tune
For woeful swain I was...

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LEISURE FROM LISTFULNESS
A long & dreary time,exquisite
delight has passed.A perverse
unaccountable feeling.A moment’s
reflection,a store of recollections
a painful task to concentrate upon.
Questions come thronging my pen,
difficult to...

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Many souls linger therein pity's pot.  
Many minds subcomb thereto th' Addler's.  
O, shall we permit ourselves hereto rot?  
So challenges white...

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UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments...

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Frederick Waddell

1893-1919

Kathrene Mary cojoled me not to blush.
Blush as red as a boiled lobster.
Kathrene Mary insisted that I not touch.
Touch and grope as a feathered...

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INNER NEEDS
This inner Harmony,an
abstract message,its meaning
lost ‘til unconsciously heard,
unfettered,beyond its boundaries
becomes a picture to reproduce
the divine.Inward vitality,the
stress of inner need to outer
impulse,scattered upon canvas
shrinks not...

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Aged,gnarled rooted in him
Hardened in part,supporting the tree;
Fallen,but not cast off are you,
Broken in unbelief,provoked jealous
As wild boughs engrafted thereto;
Fallen,but not cast off are you.
Bitter...

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Proust searched his brain for memories that 
made the man, could finally understand
that this changed him just by looking;
so he called himself a sentimental realist!

many...

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