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Jon's Life. Or Other Odd People Doing Odd Things.: March 2012
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Mar 16, 2012. Sheri Larsen invited a slew of us to collectively write about the National Day of Action Against Bullying and Violence (Australia. Here's a great resource:. Http:/ www.bullyingnoway.gov.au/index.html. Were you bullied as a child? Of course you were. We all were. I was okay with being bullied. Here's the thing: bullying is not okay! Check out posts from some writer friends:. Talli Roland - http:/ talliroland.blogspot. LM Preston - http:/ lmpreston.blogspot. Candace Granger - http:/. This pos...
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From My Hip Pocket: Mirror of Black Reflection
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From My Hip Pocket. Mirror of Black Reflection. Am I, who, by impudent aspiration,. Dared to seek accordance in. Isolation, for those disposed as me, at least? Chance, strange curiosity, mistook me. For a muse, and arm in arm with fate, set. My hand upon the scene I’d so oft sought. Safe, for facelessness, amidst the. Many muses, did I , through ignorance. Disclose my knavish birth. Steeped in childish pride, for words. Of soft composure quickly honoured,. Was fraught to rouse and rise. 169; Sebastian Lee.
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From My Hip Pocket: May 2010
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From My Hip Pocket. Dat maga dawg, him smart yah see,. Fe sleep wid open eye;. Him watch de pantry door all day. Fe maid tah drop meat pie. Him know de maid mus hurry fass. An pay tah him no heed;. An so him wait dere patiently. Fe satisfy him greed. An sure nuff come de maid mistake,. Whilst bustin’ tru de door,. De tray fly up, lan at she feet. Wid meat pies on de floor! Ol’ maga dwag him jump up quick,. Whilst maid stan dere an bawl,. An snatch one pie up en him mout. An nyam it crust an all. Subscrib...
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From My Hip Pocket: February 2011
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From My Hip Pocket. Muddah Ratbat frem parish. Sly like de mongoose an smattah den man! Mek plenty money frem straw goods and tips. Down at de market where moor dem gran ships. Toss out big hook fe tourist tah swallah;. Snatch in de Whitefish, catch yankee dollah. Sell plenty tings, say mek by Jamaicans;. Trut be, she wares was got frem de Hatiens. Hep Muddah’s poor lot;. Me doan hab no roof an ongly one pot.”. 8220;Pickney dem stravin’, see how dem mauga;. Mistah him sorry fe muddah’s poor life;.
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From My Hip Pocket: April 2010
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From My Hip Pocket. Feet, crusted, calloused, branch thick,. Cinnamon sprinkled in youth;. Born to bauxite’s blood red stain,. Shining silver, rich white earth. Body, bolstering twelve stones,. Spread across a bent stalk spine. Crudely hung with sagging limbs. Beneath furrows of grizzled plaits. Feet, scorched to fresh and fading scars,. Dredged in fine grains of gray dust. For seasons of fiery intimacy. With char ash and smoldering coals. Body, bound by bush to man and child,. Talk dirty to me!
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From My Hip Pocket: Dragonfly Dream
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From My Hip Pocket. At night, while sleeping in my bed,. And bad dreams come into my head,. Then, comes my friend the dragon fly. And takes me high up in the sky. He holds me safe upon his back. On cushions made of velvet black. With glistening wings upon each side,. We catch the wind and gently glide. Suddenly we swoop down low. And go across the pond real slow. I wave my hands at frogs and fish;. Then, up we go with one big swish! We laugh and giggle as we soar. Up to the sky, down to the floor. Awesom...
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From My Hip Pocket: Jamaican Country Woman
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From My Hip Pocket. Feet, crusted, calloused, branch thick,. Cinnamon sprinkled in youth;. Born to bauxite’s blood red stain,. Shining silver, rich white earth. Body, bolstering twelve stones,. Spread across a bent stalk spine. Crudely hung with sagging limbs. Beneath furrows of grizzled plaits. Feet, scorched to fresh and fading scars,. Dredged in fine grains of gray dust. For seasons of fiery intimacy. With char ash and smoldering coals. Body, bound by bush to man and child,. April 30, 2010 at 11:43 AM.
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Bookworm Mama: Writing
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A perfect woman, nobly planned." I read voraciously, review books carefully, write obsessively, cook delicious things, attend college, love my ITGuy and am a SAHM to my 3 crazy kids! Yes I love to write and do it frequently. I have a few PB manuscripts under my belt, and have been playing the query game with them, but no luck yet! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. More of Monica's books ». Book Review- ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS by Stephanie. Differenc...
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Bookworm Mama: Book Reviews
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A perfect woman, nobly planned." I read voraciously, review books carefully, write obsessively, cook delicious things, attend college, love my ITGuy and am a SAHM to my 3 crazy kids! My local library loves me. Why? Until one fateful afternoon, she pushes Rogerson's buttons the wrong way, and he strikes her across the face. Caitlin is stunned and doesn't know how he could do that; how he could change into someone else so suddenly. She is dazed but ends up excusing away his behavior and making up a...Colle...
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