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Love like a Tree
Dear Granny Apple, Remember when Little hands and feet Stretched up tickling as they climbed Soft bark loving little arms Reached around Trusting a sound waistline Your gentle hands Drew small ones in With Matriarchal love and wonder You offered … Continue reading
Why write?
I write if only to remember Life breathe and then the magic happens the “be” thrive buzzes swarmly in funny happy circles and life is sweet again for one brief moment on my pen and tongue
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Tagged alive, fulfillment, identity, integrity, magic, poetry, shadows, writing
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When I was Four
When I was FOUR I knew who I was and who I wasn’t. I wasn’t Davy Crocket even though I kept rocks in my pocket and slung a pretty good wrist rocket Snap! Snap! SNAP! I wasn’t the LONE … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, grown up ways, identity, inocense, love for reading, play, poetry, remembering, Seeing, understanding, vinyls, wanting wisdom, writing
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