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Bubbles and Dirt: Nobody
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Friday, January 11, 2013. Nobody writes like Marlyn writes. Nobody dreams like marlyn dreams. But if you come with Me. I can show you how it feels. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mama gardener wife poet cook writer dreamer grower thinker lover. View my complete profile.
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Bubbles and Dirt: In the Winter Sunshine
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Monday, July 18, 2011. In the Winter Sunshine. Blonde curls and bright blue eyes. Splashing in the winter sunshine. The little one comes swimming. Really just toe tipping. Upturned nose at the water-top. 8220;Look out baby! Bubbles and wild hazel eyes. A mama’s sure hands. Coughs and tears in the slanted sunshine. 8220;You alright baby! You come jump and swim with me”. Together in the winter sunshine. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sunday, June 22, 2008: Me. In the Winter Sunshine.
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Bubbles and Dirt: September 2011
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Monday, September 26, 2011. A slow, flat wave. Peeling gently toward the sand. Or a fast, hollow tube. Booming, throwing spray from its mouth. Which will you be. And which will you make of me? Of horses and rainbows. Of olives and oysters. For Charlie" - Charlie Who? Dripping seawater across your breast. It's always the wrong ones that love us. Or the right ones that leave us. You can't get homesick if you have no home. When home is where you park the car,. Turn on the fan. The beach you walk,.
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Bubbles and Dirt: January 2013
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Friday, January 11, 2013. Nobody writes like Marlyn writes. Nobody dreams like marlyn dreams. But if you come with Me. I can show you how it feels. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Mama gardener wife poet cook writer dreamer grower thinker lover. View my complete profile.
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Bubbles and Dirt: 12 septiembre 2002
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Monday, September 26, 2011. A slow, flat wave. Peeling gently toward the sand. Or a fast, hollow tube. Booming, throwing spray from its mouth. Which will you be. And which will you make of me? Of horses and rainbows. Of olives and oysters. For Charlie" - Charlie Who? Dripping seawater across your breast. It's always the wrong ones that love us. Or the right ones that leave us. You can't get homesick if you have no home. When home is where you park the car,. Turn on the fan. The beach you walk,.
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Bubbles and Dirt: Sum Total -- July 2011
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011. Sum Total - July 2011. Am I the total of my parts. Or the total of my years. Or of my deeds. Cuz they don't all add up the same way. Am I the total of my totals? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sum Total - July 2011. Mama gardener wife poet cook writer dreamer grower thinker lover. View my complete profile.
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Bubbles and Dirt: Why Nicaragua?
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011. Guatemala may not exist but still. I close my eyes and. You are on a swing. Made of wood and rope. Shaped as a chair. You are relaxed, happy. It is the most. Comfortable swing in which you've. The wind off the lake blows through. Banana leaves and palm fronds. Do you hear the ssshhhhhhhh]. And through your hair. You swing, gently. Not spilling your rum. Your feet slide over tiles and grout. Smooth rough smooth rough smooth. Rough smooth rough smooth. Sum Total - July 2011.
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Bubbles and Dirt
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Saturday, July 2, 2011. Stuck in the six o'clock hour. August 19, 2011 at 11:13 PM. Funny, I never wrote the poem and were not anymore. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sunday, June 22, 2008: Me. In the Winter Sunshine. Stuck in the six oclock hour. Mama gardener wife poet cook writer dreamer grower thinker lover. View my complete profile.
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Bubbles and Dirt: October 2011
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011. Guatemala may not exist but still. I close my eyes and. You are on a swing. Made of wood and rope. Shaped as a chair. You are relaxed, happy. It is the most. Comfortable swing in which you've. The wind off the lake blows through. Banana leaves and palm fronds. Do you hear the ssshhhhhhhh]. And through your hair. You swing, gently. Not spilling your rum. Your feet slide over tiles and grout. Smooth rough smooth rough smooth. Rough smooth rough smooth. Tuesday, October 18, 2011.
