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Demeter's Den: Finite Numbers
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Monday, March 28, 2011. Last night, I wrote the entry below and learned this morning that my father died. Life fools us. It's a magician's trick, a slight of hand:. Each of us has a finite number of hours – breathes. When someone invites us to share hours, and we decline, the hours are lost. This life isn’t ours to keep. You may think t...
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Demeter's Den: Constant Bearing
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Thursday, June 16, 2011. Augustine abhors sunscreen, steers for Carthage. Now matters. Nothing matters. Life is. Now, here. Blues seas, unfettered lines,. Celeste seeks the shade, the chill, contemplation. Stars navigation and silence, save the. Wave lap on the beam, the morning. Gus, seeking God in no hurry,. To port, gusts at 25.
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Demeter's Den: The remains . . .
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Saturday, August 06, 2011. The remains . . . The waste to be carried to the curb,. The sand gritting up the car upholstery,. And the scruff of your morning beard. On the tender skin of my bare neck. Bright blue plastic bins of cellulose. Images, stacked and Perma-Marked;. YouTube videos, Facebook posts, and. Bands, the keepsake ornaments.
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Demeter's Den: 4 Little Girls in the 16th Street Baptist Church
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Sunday, October 09, 2011. 4 Little Girls in the 16th Street Baptist Church. Remarkable; the way the parents forged on, the way that the politics of Birmingham were forced to change, the way that segregation ended, the achievements of other children living in that space in that time. You can meet the girls and their families here. Passag...
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Demeter's Den: A creature of habits must die
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Wednesday, March 19, 2014. A creature of habits must die. I am long absent and much has changed; not all for the good. What is good? Good lifts us; we know what is good and what is not good (as bad is not the only criteria of not good). My children are well, happy, prospering, and staying in touch. What are my choices; raw food diet?
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Demeter's Den: Kat's Cradle
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Monday, January 30, 2012. I found myself today at the Fair Winds Marina - checking on a sailboat. A dry docked boat. Wandering about, I saw this boat. Offer your hands. Slip the length. Of string over your hands, cradled. Between the ring finger and little. Finger and the thumb and index. Reach the middle finger across from.
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Demeter's Den: Intentions
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Friday, January 06, 2012. A few years ago, I met a man who had certain ambitions. He spoke of his intentions on a daily basis to me, his co-workers, his friends, waiters, strangers. Intentions and determination and focus are not productive without action. So I am taking steps to fulfill my intentions. You may be deceived if you trust to...
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OPOSSUM TALES: TWO
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The Perilous Adventures of Pinky 'Possum. Tuesday, December 30, 2008. 8220;I hope we catch a nasty ol’ rat tonight,” said Silas, an older opossum that was revered for his rat-catching skills. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”. 8220;Nor I,” agreed Henry, rubbing his tummy in anticipation. “I’ve grown tired of table scraps.”. Beatrice waddled toward the briar patch where she intended to stock up on the last of the juicy blackberries. “Ha! Success,” Bea murmured sarcastically. 8220;And the third rat?
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Demeter's Den: After You've Gone . . .
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Friday, September 23, 2011. After You've Gone . . . I don’t understand why more of you don’t bring me cookies. Cookies, more than perfume or flowers, are the quintessential hug after you have gone. Cookies are the smile after a scraped knee, the congratulations on sticking the landing, the high five for an “A.”. Wonderful Art by Neena B...
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Demeter's Den: Connowingo Current
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels. Sunday, September 11, 2011. An assault of such force is. Evident, but resentment, slow. And stain-glassed in smiles,. Destroys utterly, given time. Small shrug of the shoulder,. I don't mind and I can do it and. No, really, it's fine feed the. Trickle to torrent strength. Torrent bowing the head, hunching. Ground, blind and bent; broken.
