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Le Poeme: September 2014
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Tuesday, September 30, 2014. Posts, bollards on ships used to moor,. On streets to block traffic, black, caked with mud. And soot, worn by many years of ropes. Sliding around the metallic circumference. We painted these bollards the colors. Of lollipops and rainbows, the artists. Dressed in black, covering black. Chains now sprayed in baby blue,. Our faces once black from life. Now sparkling with life. Monday, September 29, 2014. So many choices in life,. Some sweet, some bitter, some sour, but. I set th...
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Le Poeme: March 2015
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Tuesday, March 31, 2015. Somewhere on a beach. Somewhere on a beach, there was a woman. She was looking out to sea, counting pelicans. Bobbing on the water, the most azure blue. Someone called her and she turned to smile. Her skirt billowing in the wind,. The hems wet from the surf,. The waves had surprised her. Wednesday, March 25, 2015. Writing Poetry before 9 pm. And so they say. Staring at a screen late at night. Keeps you up, watching the minutes and hours. I watch every one, keeping my eyes open and.
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Le Poeme: April 2015
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Thursday, April 30, 2015. In the morning we walk through this tent city,. A mowed lawn ringed with beds of tulips,. The fragrance of lilacs hangs in the air,. A black security guard listens to his portable radio. We chat while the dog methodically clears the area. Of left over crumbs from last night's pizza party. I'm not sure what Naropa looks like without racism,. Nor do I know what it looks like anywhere. We don't live in that world. I only suspect that every sleeping student is white,. Fishnet stocki...
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Le Poeme: December 2014
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014. Ma resolution pour la nouvelle annee. Des résolutions qu'on peut faire,. Pas de perdre cinq kilos, ou. D'être plus gentil, celles qui sont. Faisables, intéressantes, qui m'intéresse,. Qui me motivent vers un but. Quel autre que mieux parler, lire,. Comprendre le français,. Chanter dans cette langue. Alors, ma résolution pour 2015 est. D’étudier le français 10 minutes. Au moins quatre jours par semaine,. Je pense que je pourrai. Tuesday, December 30, 2014. At the perfect house.
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Le Poeme: January 2015
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Friday, January 30, 2015. I tried again,. The same milk, warmed to 110 degrees,. A paltry amount of commercial yogurt scraped. From the plastic container and mixed in. The same ice box with a lamp inside,. This time, a warm corn bag wrapped around. The same ceramic pot,. At the same moment the next morning. I tipped the container and smiled to. See the yogurt hold its shape. My day was different, happier than. Yesterday because my yogurt yog'ed. Buyers, beware of $13 Bulgarian starters. But this time, th...
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Le Poeme: June 2015
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015. In Montreal, everyone is bilingual,. Shifting from French to English and back. Without even noticing they have translated for Karen. And satisfied my need for their language. I am starved from the lack. A French woman somehow landed. On Montreal streets who struggles through. Each English phrase,. Karen encourages her to. Just speak French, it's too painful to listen. And as she grinds through endless explanations. Of how to operate a microwave, or how not. I encourage her to.
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Le Poeme: the kids
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Sunday, August 9, 2015. She is in me and he is in her. And he is in him and I am in them. And so it goes, from one generation to. In their youth, they believe they have. Made their own destiny just as I did. When I was thrown on out on the street,. I'll show my independence. Free from the family that runs in your genes,. Your laugh, your way of talking and walking,. Yes, I see myself in him and in her, I see her in him. And him in her, the same smiles, yes. They are mine and they are his. My books can be...
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Our Kids Deserve to Experience the Arts. Arts and Autism in the News. ASL for (not just) AUTISM. Here are some comments from our musicians, about their experiences with Brainsong! 8220;Once again I get to witness the miracle of music. Not knowing any dynamics amongst the drummers d’jour –. I saw a whole roomful of young people engaged, focused,. And happy….and when given the chance to lead – did so. Very creatively. A good time was had by all.”. Gregg Hansen / lifetime professional musician. Also attende...
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Le Poeme: May 2015
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Friday, May 29, 2015. The optimist living in a quarter world. He probably experiences a quarter life in one plane, neutral to happy. From (x = 1, y = 0 to x = 0, y =1). With a grin on every challenge even while collapsing on his feet,. The endless demands, solving problems which should not be his. But end up in his capable lap. My experience falls within a sphere where nothing. Lies within two dimensions, each point a different shade. And intensity, often a vivid volume showing up in multiple locations.
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