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Madness Mania and Muddlement: April 2013
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Madness Mania and Muddlement. Saturday, April 20, 2013. The Break and Another Negative Experience at Hospital. Madness, Mania and Muddlement" is a continuation of my blog, "The Red Sweater." If you wish to go back and read earlier posts, I have provided you a link. I realize this is very long, and I apologize. If it's too much, break it up into days. I'll try to do better about posting on time, but it's hard when I am dealing with P. Stay with me. Friday, March 29. 8220;Let me out! 8220;The only plan tha...
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Rogue Artists: March 2013
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By An Artist For All The Arts, And Whoever Else Happens To Stop By. Jekyll Island Beach 2012. There was an error in this gadget. Sunday, March 10, 2013. Not MY Code Red. I got a lot of feedback from my "Onus" post, so for this Saturday Centus. I am taking a break and referring you instead to a blog called The Red Sweater. I am heading over to Jekyll Island in a few minutes to view the annual arts festival. A report will follow! Links to this post. Monday, March 4, 2013. My grandma always told me. I gritt...
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My Rants and Raves: July 2010
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My Rants and Raves. Please be advised that all of the content of this blog is the intellectual property of by Claudia H. Schlottman! Friday, July 16, 2010. I am here today to RANT! For days, literally, I have been trying to create a button for my blog, “The Red Sweater.” I have followed all manner of formulae, copied and pasted numerous codes, followed all instruction to the letter, and every time, I get a button with text beneath it, but NO IMAGE. Arrgghh. Is it my MacBook? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Fallout : Holiday Dirge
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Tuesday, December 27, 2011. Outside chimes sing driven. By blasts of bitter wind. Echo their song of summer. Steered by gusts of august. Five hundred miles away. Doors open and close as bells. Chirp their tinny tune. And my son leaves for nowhere. A blizzard blows in my heart. Pumping glaciers of blood. To frigid fingers toes. Its only song a dirge. 169; 2011 cj schlottman. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.". What if . . ?
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Fallout : Any Monday Night
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013. Baby Boom n. a sudden, large, sustained increase in the birthrate, especially the one in the United States and Canada from the later 1940s through the early 1960s). Lined up at the bar like crows on a fence. Our conversation is muffled by the din. Of others talking. We are baby boomers at. Neighborhood bar, single every one of us, avoiding. There is comfort in familiar faces, bustling servers,. The smiling barkeep, clanging sounds from the kitchen,. 169; 2013 cjschlottman.
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Fallout : March 2013
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013. Baby Boom n. a sudden, large, sustained increase in the birthrate, especially the one in the United States and Canada from the later 1940s through the early 1960s). Lined up at the bar like crows on a fence. Our conversation is muffled by the din. Of others talking. We are baby boomers at. Neighborhood bar, single every one of us, avoiding. There is comfort in familiar faces, bustling servers,. The smiling barkeep, clanging sounds from the kitchen,. 169; 2013 cjschlottman. Subscri...
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Fallout : May 2013
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Monday, May 27, 2013. Worms in Your Head. On life with an adult child who is plagued with bipolar type 1). Worms in your head demons. Bore holes in your soul. To dangers that trip you. Hurl you into the gutter. Expansive gestures slice into. Your voice ascends to. Strident sounds crowd the air. You think you can. Walk through the wall. Into the arms of Morpheus. Work your legs against. The sheets and dream. In your throat spills over. With static and fear. Pills and two hours see. 169; 2013 cj Schlottman.
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Fallout : If I Die Young
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Saturday, August 20, 2011. If I Die Young. If i die young it will be. By friends and family. As we take afternoon tea. There will be champagne on ice. Lovely luscious lemon squares. Salty spicy-hot cheese straws. Slices of soft sweet pound cake. I will hold court from my bed. Swathed with sheer silk canopies. As yards of laughter cut from. The bolt of my life fade to. Endless stories born of our. Intertwined lives braided of. Love woven into fine cloth. I will smile sip tea wait to. What if . . ?
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Fallout : BONFIRE
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Friday, September 16, 2011. Bruised broken bound by our. Own sinew traps and tie-downs. We share souvenirs sores. Of love lost twisted with. We circle this thing between us. Poke it with sticks prod it. Test it’s toughness measure. Scarlet stains of sadness. Tattooed on our hearts we step. Back stumble forward gauge. The heat of the bonfire. Its flames in turn rage and. In our eyes warm our faces. As we leap into the blaze. 169; cj Schlottman 2011. LInked to Gooseberry Garden. Madness Mania and Muddlement.
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