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Writers you should know. Phillip B. Williams. Create a free website. Create your own free website. Start your own free website. A surprisingly easy drag and drop site creator. Learn more.
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Blog Archives - Jen Lambert
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Blog Archives - Jen Lambert. March 29, 2015. Mothers, Daughters, and Social Media. When my eleven-year-old daughter asked for an Instagram account this year, I was mortified. How was it possible she was old enough to even consider such a thing? July 8, 2014. This Place, This House, This Home. It’s 6:30 am in Newfoundland, and I’m just now finishing my packing. The car is splitting at her seams, the last bits of our lives shoved into the trunk, spilling…. May 29, 2014. Writers like this can never die.
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Daily Nektar : March 2011
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So sweet, so yesterday. Salt keeps taking while sugar pushes over - this final song runs through ancient filters like ground water through rock and gold through fire. Flaming the reason to let go. Yet the old man. Could be there, nonetheless. And entice you, nonetheless. But you can go, nonetheless. You can be free. Something about the way. You want to see me. Makes me want to show you, though. Through a clear, glass veil. Still in the shadows. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). So sweet, so yesterday.
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Daily Nektar : December 2011
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This winter battles my body. Rubs against my soul. Like an over-sized grater. Once easy to slip through. Reduce me down to. Suitable for this mournful meal. Where the head of the table has long been gone. And the children are nowhere to be found. Yes this long, bitter winter shreds my soul to barren pieces. My mind to unrecognizable fragments. Scattered like broken pottery. Ready for the burning fiery furnace. I knew this was coming! I knew I was destined for the flames,. But even here, I find You.
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City, State, Zip. Clarity of thought for the reading writer. Your Custom Text Here. This extremity and rigidity seem to me unlikely to serve us in our human struggle to understand one another, to treat one another better, and to learn how to live together better. From the Right,. A disturbing trend to dismiss the existence of factual information, from the Left, as Zadie Smith sums up in her. Persuade the other side disturbs me. Creative as my oppressor. At 22, living in the Village, working at the. I bec...
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Menacing Hedge
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Spring 2016: Five Poems. Jasmine An is a queer, third generation Chinese-American who comes from the Midwest. Born in Ann Arbor, Michigan, and raised in the Twin Cities of Minnesota, she has also lived in New York City and Chiang Mai, Thailand, studying poetry, urban development, and blacksmithing. Her work can be found, or is forthcoming, in numerous places such as. HEArt Online, Stirring, Heavy Feather Review. Naming the No-Name Woman. Fall 2015: Two Poems. Among others. Her chapbook. After I Stop Lying.
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Daily Nektar : November 2012
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Israel and Hamas go at it again. Israel and Hamas go at it again. The stone-tipped spear was invented earlier than thought. This child growing inside of me. But will one day have to face it too. I just want him to know. We all have a choice. Be Abel, my son. No matter how it ends,. No matter who your mother was. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Enter your address to receive my poems by email. Israel and Hamas go at it again. RATTLE: Poetry for the 21st Century. 8220;Open Season” by Kate Peterson.
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Daily Nektar : October 2014
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Wanted fall to come. It’s now here. Falling harder than ever before. Into colors the mirror has never seen. And in its place. Yellow, orange,. I’m expecting to lose those. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Enter your address to receive my poems by email. Wanted fall to come It’s now here. Fall Falling ha. RATTLE: Poetry for the 21st Century. 8220;Open Season” by Kate Peterson. Simple template. Template images by gaffera.
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Daily Nektar : June 2012
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8220;Splash of color” for me, please. Don’t be a tease. Take me into summer, love. And lift me off these knees. Red, yellow, pink and wine. Infuse me with your summer love. Ride away on horses, green. And tell me I’m your season, love. Send me a message from a faraway place. That kisses my forehead. And bids me farewell. Send me your heart. On paper and ink. That slips through the cracks. And settles the war. For I’ve looked out to sea. To the old wind blowing. The familiar oats sowing. The courage to be.
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