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Newer posts →. July 7, 2016 · 12:01 am. Seasons of Terror: Part III Summer in London – Prologue. Hyde Park weekend of politics and pop,. Geldof’s gang of divas and mad hatters;. Sergeant Pepper only one heart beating,. Resurrected by a once dead Beatle. The Virgin, Queen and Irish juggernauts;. The Entertainer and dead bands. Re-jigged for the sake of humanity. The almighty single named entities. All out for Africa and people power. Olympics in the bag, a Waterloo. Of celebrations in the street that night.

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Karen Black ~ A Villanelle | POEMS FOR POODLES

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Worn-Down Days of Winter. A First Class Nut Case →. January 27, 2015 · 10:56 pm. Karen Black A Villanelle. My partner has a crush on Karen Black. He watches every movie and repeat. Anyone would wonder what they lack. As actors go, she surely is a hack. But A Trilogy of Terror is his treat. My partner has a crush on Karen Black. It’s not as if she has a fulsome rack. But something stirs his blood to boiling heat. Anyone would wonder what they lack. I dream of Idris Elba in the sack. 2 responses to “.

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Autobiographical Notes - Spiritual Self-Inquiry

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Explore the Waking Dream. End of Life Stories. Leslie Ihde LCSW, Ithaca, NY 607.754.1303. Leslie studied under the guidance of self-realized teacher for over 30 years. She works with students in a combination of private sessions and themed groups. Her goal is to help students cultivate self-seeing, develop insight based practices, and encourage the self-discipline they need for a wakeful life and, perhaps, a life of waking up. She has a background as an artist in several mediums,. And writes a column for.

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The Grass Minstrel: October 2014

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Tanka and other poems by jenny ward angyal. Small songs I sing. My voice to other voices. Hidden in the grass. Sunday, October 26, 2014. A Riffle in the Stream. She dams the brook. With shining pebbles . . . Time wells up and overflows. Circles the empty house. Petals on the grass. She lets go her names. To the end of her path. Through the wood…. No trace of her footsteps. On moss deeper than memory. 3: Sept. 2014. Links to this post. Friday, October 17, 2014. Under the turned earth. 18, July 15, 2014.

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The Grass Minstrel: poppies

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Tanka and other poems by jenny ward angyal. Small songs I sing. My voice to other voices. Hidden in the grass. Friday, May 29, 2015. Stoops to weed her poppies—. The sprite of a girl. Still dancing inside her. 3:4, Sept. 2014. A splatter of poppies. At our meadow’s edge. Of Monet at his easel. 3:4, Sept. 2014. May 31, 2015 at 11:04 PM. June 1, 2015 at 6:46 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The familiar hills rise,. Tendered by shadow,. Burnished by light,. And for once I see. The high black gloss.

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A First Class Nut Case | POEMS FOR POODLES

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Karen Black A Villanelle. Lagoon Libraries →. February 3, 2015 · 2:45 am. A First Class Nut Case. Ms Cho is so, so sorry. For the unintended worry. And the dreadful social uproar. Her airline’s services as poor. But any self-respecting South Korean. Would understand the shame. When the macadamias came. Not in a china dish. For this salty snack delish. Was placed calmly on her tray. The cabin crew would say. Resplendent in their jackets. The nuts are served in packets. Vacuum-sealed to keep them fresh.

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The Grass Minstrel: March 2015

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Tanka and other poems by jenny ward angyal. Small songs I sing. My voice to other voices. Hidden in the grass. Wednesday, March 25, 2015. At the tunnel’s end. Down the fluted passage. Inside a singing reed. To open the clear wings. I breathe into my flute. A flight of butterflies. Before a storm—. The soft cry of a mourning dove. Echoes in my flute. 2:2, Winter 2014. Links to this post. Thursday, March 12, 2015. A cow’s skull. Of polished bone—. This patch of snowdrops. 10:2, June 2014. 10:2, June 2014.

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The Grass Minstrel: Tanka Sunday & Tanka Contest

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Tanka and other poems by jenny ward angyal. Small songs I sing. My voice to other voices. Hidden in the grass. Thursday, April 30, 2015. Tanka Sunday and Tanka Contest. The officers of the. Tanka Society of America. Are pleased to share the following announcements:. Save the Date: Tanka Sunday Is Back! Will you join us? Also, as a reminder, the submission window for the Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Contest. Opens tomorrow, May 1. April 30, 2015 at 10:47 AM. Thank you, Jenny! Tendered by shadow,.

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The Grass Minstrel: November 2014

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Tanka and other poems by jenny ward angyal. Small songs I sing. My voice to other voices. Hidden in the grass. Sunday, November 30, 2014. The hospital grounds . . . In the empty air. 20, Fall/Winter 2014. With the wind at my back—. Slicing through dark clouds. With the edge of its life. 10:3, Fall 2014. Links to this post. Friday, November 21, 2014. Along the river—. Around a stone cairn. Shaped like a woman. On the riverbank,. A gate without a fence—. Of my journey to the sea. Onto a sand bar. Their num...