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Galatea: September 2008
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A woman born from the warmth of her lovers hand; art brought to life by its artist. Thursday, September 18, 2008. Still sleepless in Essex. On consciousness and sleep. Apparently all I needed was to be talked into letting myself just fall asleep and not trying to talk myself into falling asleep. Here's a second draft of the poem:. Finding Sleep (A.K.A Battling Insomnia). When my heart is broken. And you are not there,. Where can I find my solace? Left alone, I am sleepless. That will not subside. Which, ...
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Galatea: It's a Chronic Life
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A woman born from the warmth of her lovers hand; art brought to life by its artist. Wednesday, January 13, 2010. It's a Chronic Life. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pygmalion kneeling in front of his statue. Its a Chronic Life. When I consider how my light was spent, I want to . I know that you cannot see all that is in me,. Like the statue entreated to Venus,. Of Pygmalion's love,. Hidden within the marble,. No other has lines like mine. With an immortal stare,. Fresh and contemplative,.
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Galatea: October 2008
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A woman born from the warmth of her lovers hand; art brought to life by its artist. Saturday, October 25, 2008. Why is it that humans feel the need to dress, or camouflage, themselves to mirror the seasons. As soon as the trees start to change color, we immediately start wearing deeper shades of yellow and orange and red, imitating the trees. All winter clothes seem to have snowflakes on them. Is this a cry to be closer to nature? Or merely some fashion designer's joke? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Galatea: Rocking my World
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A woman born from the warmth of her lovers hand; art brought to life by its artist. Saturday, April 17, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pygmalion kneeling in front of his statue. My thoughts after reading William Staffords You . I know that you cannot see all that is in me,. Like the statue entreated to Venus,. Of Pygmalion's love,. Hidden within the marble,. No other has lines like mine. With an immortal stare,. Fresh and contemplative,. What other women could match my eyes? To you, I am.
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Galatea: July 2013
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A woman born from the warmth of her lovers hand; art brought to life by its artist. Thursday, July 25, 2013. A Renewal of Sorts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pygmalion kneeling in front of his statue. A Renewal of Sorts. I know that you cannot see all that is in me,. Like the statue entreated to Venus,. Of Pygmalion's love,. Hidden within the marble,. No other has lines like mine. With an immortal stare,. Fresh and contemplative,. What other women could match my eyes? The life harbored in my hips,.
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miller's pond poetry magazine
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Vol 12, Issue 1. Vol 13 web 3. Vol 13, web 3, pt.2. Vol 17 web 1. Vol 17 web 2. Vol 17 web 3. For the latest thoughts from our publisher. Incredible Buys on all H&H Press inventory! New mp editions available now. New print and web editions now available. Volume 13, Issue 2. Flash blue and red. The wet pavement,. Brick store walls,. Looking at the ground,. Give me some change! The back of the neck,. Shoulders turn him away,. As bright light counters. That lead to sins. Glow of the lamplight,. To walk down...
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Galatea: August 2008
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A woman born from the warmth of her lovers hand; art brought to life by its artist. Sunday, August 24, 2008. Finding Sleep (A.K.A Battling Insomnia). When my heart is broken. And you are not there,. Where can I find my solace? Left alone, sleepless. With restless dreams and a tiredness. That will not subside,. I think of my world. And the golden strings, wondering. What will become of them next. There are three sisters, sharing one sight,. Three minds with the same conclusions. Whilst I await my rest.
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Galatea: Meditating on a few words
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A woman born from the warmth of her lovers hand; art brought to life by its artist. Sunday, February 28, 2010. Meditating on a few words. Here is poem that I wrote a little over a year ago, and have just now come back to it. I wrote it late in the night, alone, and trying to find a place of solitude and comfort in my head. I struggle with the title, and perhaps a few lines, but more or less, I feel very strongly about this one. I am writing in third person. Because I have forgotten myself. To you, I am.
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Galatea: Back in Black, Iron Man 2 cut loose from the noose
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A woman born from the warmth of her lovers hand; art brought to life by its artist. Monday, May 10, 2010. Back in Black, Iron Man 2 cut loose from the noose. The movie was rushed, staged, and had too many villains and super heroes for my taste. I was antsily tossing in my seat throughout the first half of the film, but the second half regained the pick-up intensity that I enjoyed in the first film. The action scenes were both good and bad, the dialogue witty, but wanting…. Of Pygmalion's love,.
