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Reflections of a Journeying Blogger. Monday, April 23, 2012. Some of the content of this post was written 2 years ago. For various reasons I didn't publish it. So I updated it and am publishing it now. But it's longer than 142 characters. :). Life Lesson #4: "There's always a spot up front.". My family camped a lot. We traveled a lot. We spent a lot of time in the car. It was uncanny. /. But again, for dad it was a teachable moment. And of course, for dad, this pointed to a deeper reality that I saw live...
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Reflections on the Homo sapien | no small thing
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Poetry by esther pearson. Laquo; Weekend Forecast. Reflections on the Homo sapien. October 30, 2010. Teeth chatter on the nightstand. Someone forgot to turn the heat up. Recycled chins jut out from the junk drawer,. Jiffy thumbs line the cupboards. With reduced fat wrists. The front yard is littered with paper mache brains. No one knew what they were for, so the doctors removed them). Who’s to say what we really need, anyway? Who’s to say what’s the use of skin and bones. No longer matters;.
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i wish i had a giant jelly bean: April 2008
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I wish i had a giant jelly bean. Thoughts and other delights. Wednesday, April 23, 2008. That is the name I gave to this newest creation (thanks to Andrea for the picture):. There's a close-up picture too but I can't get it to work right now. . If you're wondering what it consists of. I started with an oatmeal-sugar cookie crust (with a bit of nutmeg) and added layers of caramel and chocolate, and then crumbled the rest of the cookie substance on top. Then it baked. And so what do I do? The second in h...
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i wish i had a giant jelly bean: what does it all mean?
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I wish i had a giant jelly bean. Thoughts and other delights. Wednesday, August 13, 2008. What does it all mean? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What does it all mean? I like things that involve people - laughing - listening - outdoorsing - creating - music - peanut butter. View my complete profile.
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April | 2010 | no small thing
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Poetry by esther pearson. Archive for April, 2010. Older Entries ». April 10, 2010. It’s the closest I’ve come. To the stealth of fend-for-yourself,. Of drip trails in the painted grass,. Of labored breath the lead spread. From 00 to heart and hoof. This is easier,. The fish caught in mid-. Gape-mouth on slivered hook and. Eye that glitters and is not gold. The fish swallows (not)-gold. So deep that the eye. And for the life of me. I can’t find the just rip it out muster. Where I left it on the aluminum.
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October | 2010 | no small thing
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Poetry by esther pearson. Archive for October, 2010. Older Entries ». October 30, 2010. The way the fingertip of an ivy tendril. Beckons to a chain link fence,. The way bare-knuckled branches. Thrust into copper fog,. The way a thick blade of grass. Sings between the press of two thumbs. Is no small thing. Posted in Bare Feet. October 30, 2010. Dedicated to Smurf Hut, 9/24/10. You’ll have to trust me. When I tell you my garden is here. Amidst this labyrinth of weeds. With my bare hands, always forgetting.
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Though Scars Remain | no small thing
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Poetry by esther pearson. Laquo; Excess of Light. October 30, 2010. July 10, 2010 (7 years later). This one is for the butterfly with clipped wings. Who sips rusted iron on the top rail of the fire tower. Where I first let my guard down. Don’t pretend you can hide beauty,. Even with your wings folded. Posted in Colors in the Dark. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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March | 2010 | no small thing
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Poetry by esther pearson. Archive for March, 2010. March 29, 2010. Published in Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, spring 2010. They took away your razor. You might cut yourself. You were only three. They took away your clothes. You might tape cough syrup. You were a druggie. And when they gave them back,. They locked the closet. The clothes would run away. You might walk into the closet. And come out again. They should have taken the closet away. And when I thought the worst was over,. And let it,. Blog at ...
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