Transcultural Poems - Poems about Transcultural

...Administrator incommunicado Acknowledging nymphomaniacs Reclassifying philosophical Ideologically Transcultural Pronunciation Calligraphers Communication demilitarized Grandstanding orchestrati......

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...Listen to sterile silence nursing homebound fans wavering white noiselessness of silent futile passing Absence of passion hope care happiness or creased and reasoned nearing deceased sad......

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...That's *****! said transculturing Curiosity, peering out Her sacred big-boxed window panes of misty white fog gently covering her view of upstream tiding River's mysterious grey reverse time f......

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...Dear Green Party, International I suppose we don't actually have an international Green Party, or even much of a national Green Party in the U.S. where our religious meat is fed with bipolar nat......

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...I suppose you might have missed out on Paul Feyerabend's, and especially Thomas Kuhn's Problem of Incommensurabiity. Oh, not at all. I have not looked at science or culture or language or even......

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...Here's my problem, dear Yang. It sounds good and healthy and right to me that your Cooperate-ReGenerate (0)-Core ReProductive Theorems are how we most fertile play our WinWin Game, but... Good......

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...To parents and other regenerative social workers, including those in significant co-responsible relationships plagued by poverty and/or neglect. We could invest less time and resources trying to......

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...I don't think it's just me. I find myself challenged to change LeftBrain cognitive beliefs, languaged abstractions of personal feelings, perhaps because it is not possible to change Right Brain's ......

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...Imagine, said Yin to distraught Yang, never able to get quite enough of himself, never enough time to fully become his ego-potentiality Imagine this day opens a new rhetorical event, a new day......

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...It started when I was 8. My eighth year, that is. Owl visited and left her reincarnating message transmuting her last breath out as my first new breath in. But that was 55 years and 4 teena......

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...a transcultural talented conman with red ruby lips, that could make any developed woman cry kisses that, more than could blow the mind payed for in Abrahamic religionist gold kissed me only to tear a......

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