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The Blue Shorts
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Sunday, December 28, 2008. A long wavelength of blue silk stretched thin. Don't you know, the ball is always in your court. My heart the green, my love the fence, the trees. Posted by Ohara Hale. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Red Shorts, Yellow Shorts, Green Shorts. The unexamined spaces of being POETRY/THOUGHTS/THINGS WITHOUT TITLES. Christine Ohara Hale: MUSIC from E.E. Cummings. Christine Ohara Hale: WEBSITE. A long wavelength of blue silk stretched thin ac. The Hand (Part 2).
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The Blue Shorts
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Sunday, February 10, 2013. There were times she could pretend. She would sit at the kitchen table and stare out through the clear glass of the window. At the leaves as they came and went. Seasonal stoplights: green to red, green to red, green to red to brown to gone. Green to red, green to red, green to red to brown to gone.and again and again. Posted by Ohara Hale. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Red Shorts, Yellow Shorts, Green Shorts. Christine Ohara Hale: MUSIC from E.E. Cummings.
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The Blue Shorts: The Infinite Trace
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Wednesday, September 3, 2014. A pocket of time with your hand in it. I put my hand in your hand in your pocket. A time when this between you and I seemed like an ocean – yet the horizon, we could all agree, the horizon we could ,. If we held up our finger, trace it. My finger pressing against yours. The infinite trace. An island on a remote sea that I found one day while soaring over. I spread my wing shadow over you so you could feel my shade blocking the sun and you looked up. Posted by Ohara Hale.
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The Blue Shorts
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Saturday, July 11, 2009. Which beautiful wheel of Saturday sings morning. As your lovely dew face? Textures of green, the breeze blows hard on the heart shaped. Reeds (pressing tightly together we). Posted by Ohara Hale. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Red Shorts, Yellow Shorts, Green Shorts. The unexamined spaces of being POETRY/THOUGHTS/THINGS WITHOUT TITLES. Christine Ohara Hale: MUSIC from E.E. Cummings. Christine Ohara Hale: WEBSITE. Time to time I slip away and open the tiny shell .
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The Blue Shorts
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Saturday, July 11, 2009. I awoke with a mean love on my cheek. The muslin, lace, the silk patterns. Made shades that reached outside to the center of all streets. I drew them toward my chest, rolled up around me,. Only in the glee darkness we could see. Went by the city alone wishing I had a love. To follow the end of my finger. But the streets were flooded with you already. Posted by Ohara Hale. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Red Shorts, Yellow Shorts, Green Shorts. Christine Ohara Hale: WEBSITE.
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The Blue Shorts
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Sunday, April 19, 2009. This is my LAST Sunday. This is my last day of THIS. This is the moment when that over there,. That when sometime soon. Ends AT the time IS becoming. Posted by Ohara Hale. Yes indeed, in some moments I can phrase that I acquiesce in with you, but you may be in the light of other options. To the article there is stationary a without question as you did in the go over like a lead balloon a fall in love with publication of this demand www.google.com/ie? Security administrator 11.3.
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The Blue Shorts
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Friday, September 12, 2014. I think if my father could've been a mother, he would have been. Sometimes I hear my mother in my self, in my actions. Sometimes I hear my mother in my voice. Her playful way of talking to the dog, her playful way of talking to her children - these are my favorite memories of my mother. These are the things that made my father love my mother. Which made me think - what of my father do I have? Posted by Ohara Hale. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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The Blue Shorts
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Monday, December 30, 2013. I had a love affair with you. That you didn't even know about. Some dogs never leave their owners, they are bound for life. The needing of one another;. The needling of thread to cloth. Despite the rip, they continue to wait. They will be reunited again. If anything, this they know. Yet, you won't get to dry land if you don't swim to dry land. On my way I catch a glimpse of you, reflected on a shiny surface,. I move in your direction, quickly, stumbling, tripping, falling.
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The Blue Shorts
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Thursday, April 9, 2009. La chanson de ressort éclate à mon coeur aujourd'hui, mes yeux miroitent avec elle. Il se sent bien de découvrir la petite joie encore. The song of spring bursts in my heart today, my eyes gleam with it. It feels good to still discover the small joy. Posted by Ohara Hale. July 15, 2009 at 7:35 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Red Shorts, Yellow Shorts, Green Shorts. The unexamined spaces of being POETRY/THOUGHTS/THINGS WITHOUT TITLES. Christine Ohara Hale: WEBSITE.
