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Beaches Int'l Jazz Festival, Toronto, ON, Canada | Festival

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Consolidated, up-to-date listings. Of contemporary jazz events nationwide. There's probably one near you! This calendar consolidates show dates of many contemporary jazz artists to help you find live jazz wherever you go. By zip code, click here. For a very comprehensive view of the calendar at a glance, use the Most Detailed "Flat" View. The fabulous photos above were provided by. To see the complete slide show, click here. Event: 'Beaches Int'l Jazz Festival, Toronto, ON, Canada'. First Then, click here.

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Creating custom clipart for all your projects. Maria Bell Images designed my latest CD. Maria was a dream to work with. She listened to my ideas and molded them into a beautiful reality. When my photos weren't working, Maria did an impromptu photoshoot which saved the day! Receiving great comments on the gorgeous CD cover - Mil gracias! Billboard Charting Latin Guitarist, Johannes Linstead. Great work and quick! The Red Key Group. Maria, you are a true talent! Denise Gagne, Themes and Variations. Maria i...

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Picking Up Shiny Things: a winter day

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Thursday, January 06, 2011. Morning breaks, cut-glass bright and rife with winter. Birds I hear the stars shift just beneath the day’s blue. Façade, a whisper as silvery as the icy creek’s refrain. I miss the umber twilight, the grackles penciled in, charcoal. And sepia suggestions of movement. It is too keen,. This early light with shadows as sharp as calligraphy. There remain no pine swept paths, no sugar-sand ways. Where sea oats bow. There is only macadam and limestone,. Posted by Sea Dream Studio.

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Picking Up Shiny Things: Anne, who would be queen

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011. Anne, who would be queen. Oh, that I might be tidy, sky blanched,. Fields ribboned, trees skinned of bark. But all is a-jumble, tangled and on fire. Your fox-grin is torn away by a gust. I am left to imagine your chattering jaw. If I were neat you would be buried. Behind the flat stones, courted. By cockroach and pin-light. But you are a shattered goblet, here. And there, sharp and eager for flesh. My shelves are rife with such stories,. Spines rotten and pages loose.

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Picking Up Shiny Things: nineteen

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010. I would offer up the violet cords. That twine my wrists, the knobby arc. Of my sleeping spine, the nakedness. Of my greed. Oh, pillow and moon,. Light severed by reeds, at night I wish. For impossible things. Coyotes run. Like starlings on the wind, yet I remain. Astonished by the rush of seasons. I would, you know, even now,. Open my hands in honesty, forget. The reasons and regrets. If I could. Breathe again the river would sweep. The song from my mouth and all.

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Picking Up Shiny Things: brief

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Monday, April 04, 2011. I found the blue one on the bottom of the cage,. Dead in the way that only birds can be,. A feathered husk. It weighed no more. Than the memory of an unremarkable day. I might have worn it on a thread, an ornament. Of sky and sad curled feet. Things die. We are such unheeded orphans, afterthoughts. At best. Our histories are barely mounds. Upon the earth’s resilient back. Our stories. Find no audience. The long nights consume. The heart, the heft of bone, the light. The cost of war.

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Picking Up Shiny Things: December 2008

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Friday, December 05, 2008. Boundaries collapse within my fist,. Crushed like ancient lace. When I lift my hand to the wind. It is sacred to watch. Them sough the air with immunity. I have not finished the bletted quince. I am waiting for time to reveal. The hues of this fisted apple. The door is peeling now. The paint. Has given up its desire to oversee. The small leavings of this house. Has it been months, already. Since I came inside , since the orchard. Bloomed and scattered velvet. The cost of war.

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Picking Up Shiny Things: remains

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011. The bones of your dory rest under the pines. Untouched since last August,. She gathers webs and shadows. She should be long done, painted, varnished,. Graceful in the bay. The wood sits beneath the sky,. Bears the sun and moon, the rain. The wind hums through her,. For your hands to finish her. Posted by Sea Dream Studio. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. This is my President. Sea Dream Studio Shop. The cost of war. Johannes Linstead enchanting music.