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Recommended Books | Brokenpenwriter's Blog

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I enjoy sharing good books, so many of my favorites have been lent to others. The titles below currently overfill my shelves and I’m delighted to recommend them. Feel free to drop in and look for your next bedtime read. My latest recommendations will be added to the bottom of the list. Half Broke Horses: A True Life Novel – by Jeanette Walls. The Glass Castle – by Jeanette Walls – autobiography. Crazy For The Storm – by Norman Ollestad – autobiography. Still Alice – by Lisa Genova – Fiction. The Brain Th...

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What a Seagull Never Told You: What a Seagull Never Told You

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What a Seagull Never Told You. The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea. Isak Dinesen. When hopes soar, and thoughts flutter. Sometimes they land on a blog.". Monday, December 9, 2013. What a Seagull Never Told You. Photo from The Guardian, Eyewitness. This is an older poem I wrote many years ago that was the inspiration behind the name of this blog.so it seemed fitting to share it from here. Thank you for stopping by. What a goldfish never told you is maybe the bowl you are swimmin...

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Kathi Harris' Book Corner

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Kathi Harris' Book Corner. Thursday, October 7, 2010. AN ODE TO AUTUMN LEAVES. Blazing, brilliant, autumn leaves. How I love your warm bright, colors. Shades of yellow, orange, red. Speckled green, brown, almost black. Fall like rain from branches lighter. Leave their clothes of leaves below. Trees get ready for winter sleep. Now trees, whisper, tell us. Did you miss them? As they fell to ground below. Did you wish them bon voyage? As they fell from off your branches? Did you kiss them each one slowly?

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Thursday Poets Rally Week 34 (December 2-8) | Jingle Nozelar

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Words, peace, short stories, adventures, poetry, math, hope, healthy living. Happy 2nd Birthday 2 Noha’s Twin Babies. Band-wagon Tag and Three Things Tag Plus An Award. Lovely Blog Award Plus Sunshine Comments Award. One Lovely Blog Award. Poetry Awards (The Most Creative Poet Award). Special Awards 4 Special Poets/Friends. Sweet Princess Award 4 Community Members. The Celebrate Poet of March Award & More. The Outstanding Poet Award 4 Rally Week 29. The Shower of September Awards, Enjoy! December 1, 2010.

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The One Reality | Brokenpenwriter's Blog

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Reflections on ‘Liberator’ →. February 9, 2015 · 9:28 pm. As she drew the curtains to let the sun in, her Big Ben door chimes rang out. The bay window afforded a view of her front door, but no one was there. The bell rang again, this time, with a strikingly sweet. She entered the hall to find that her roof …was gone! Behind her hundreds of her people had gathered, and their arms thrust her with such enormous speed – Whoooosh! Don’t send me back! Please, she cried. A sound – a loud, sharp CLAP d...Share o...

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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 5/1/13 - 6/1/13

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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Saturday, May 11, 2013. I'm not just some. You can fit into. I won't just work. You put me in. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). St Albert, Alberta, Canada. View my complete profile. The Ogre's Poetry Den.

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Resurrection | Brokenpenwriter's Blog

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The One Reality →. February 5, 2015 · 11:04 pm. As she waited to hear back from the hospital she found herself thinking about her brother’s bedroom – magical, mysterious, and strictly off limits unless she knocked and received permission to enter. A rare treat that he gave only when she promised not to ask too many questions…. Brucie, what’s this? She asked, fingering a fishhook from the tin box on her brother’s workbench. 8220;Wow, that’s pretty. What do you do with it? You tie it on your rod like this ...

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Part 3 – MY WRITING WORLD

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January 9, 2011. January 11, 2017. As long as the Enemy never detected his presence in the world of men, his plan could go on. If, however, the Enemy’s forces got an inkling of his presence, his cause was as good as finished. 8221; Then the memory of one particular child would come flooding back with all it’s poignancy. 8216;Rebecca, I’m coming! 8217; he inwardly told her. ‘I’ll find you and bring you back. You’ll get your chance again. For I believe you were taken illegally...8220;No,” he replied. He wa...

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The Raven’s Words #poetry #fantasy – Lady's_Knight

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Two writers who love to write together. The Raven’s Words #poetry #fantasy. March 6, 2013. March 6, 2013. Dagger’s point deep in her heart. She, longing to be freed. 8220;where are you? 8221; the raven caws. She cried through nights and days. Had best not lost his way. At dungeons’ walls. Seeks destruction’s ease. Aiming for the last of hope. Drove the lady to her knees. What he’ll find who can tell. A lady or a wraith. The “V” is meant to make a visual only of a word picture of the dagger). Thanks we lo...

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It was Late, and I was Tired.: 1/1/13 - 2/1/13

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It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more.". Tuesday, January 29, 2013. I can't see straight. I don't want to. And I won't look you. In the eye,. Because when I do. I see trails of smoke. Of what we used to be. Row on row in symmetry. And I'm lost in it all.