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IF YOU ARE HAVING. IF YOU NEED HELP. Mental Health Crisis Line:. A broad range of support. For you and your family. Mount Vernon, WA 98273. Drawing above by: Kathie Meyer. Above is Chuck's first office in Skagit. County opened in 1990. It was right. Across from The Chuckwagon. Restaurant near Fir and 2nd in. Above is our current office that Connie. And I opened in the summer of 1999. Connies father and brother Ed helped. Us with the extensive renovations of the. Skagit Family Study Center (SFSC) is.
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POET'S MOUTH: Undisturbed By Marauding Hackers
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Sunday, July 5, 2015. Undisturbed By Marauding Hackers. As it covers old. Skin does not hide from itself. Skin contains more than injuries. The un-dramatized consequences of time. Traveling as far as it can. Stretching vision second by second. Swooping and slingshotting and lensing. As it passes masses. On earth in it's eddying orbit. A coin on a sheet. The silly old sun. Years of light bounce off me. Reflecting me into time. To be seen by some being. Ere the fabric stretches completely away? In the 1980...
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POET'S MOUTH: April 2016
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Friday, April 1, 2016. Some are always speculating fantastically. While innocent despite great effort. Simpler listeners toil more urgent-quiet. Knowing chance is always birthing monsters. From this field seeming empty. Ancient seething pestilential dread. Meets no devouring corpuscles or savior birds. Banging Out in self surpassing shock. This field seeming empty. Now waves of burning breathless devouring sky. POET'S MOUTH is the public mouth for poet and multimedia artist, Chuck Britt and TRANSVALUE.
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POET'S MOUTH: July 2015
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Tuesday, July 7, 2015. HAD I ON A HAT. Here is a little "Happy Birthday" to all you out there having a birthday. This is Fred Rogers long before there was a "Mister Rogers". Sunday, July 5, 2015. Undisturbed By Marauding Hackers. As it covers old. Skin does not hide from itself. Skin contains more than injuries. The un-dramatized consequences of time. Traveling as far as it can. Stretching vision second by second. Swooping and slingshotting and lensing. As it passes masses. On earth in it's eddying orbit.
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POET'S MOUTH: To Sip You Once Again? (For Constance)
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Wednesday, September 16, 2015. To Sip You Once Again? From across the way. I see in your garden. Behind your youthful ear. As you were 20. Unable to see nearly. Time’s sheet folded. Along a field stretched. The fine hair on your neck. Near the honeyed blossom. Connie Bonner-Britt, MA, LMHC. September 16, 2015 at 7:00 AM. March 7, 2016 at 6:29 PM. Feel free. Post a Comment! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). POET'S MOUTH is the public mouth for poet and multimedia artist, Chuck Britt and TRANSVALUE.
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POET'S MOUTH: August 2016
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Monday, August 22, 2016. The Hot Clay Of Stars. I do not have the math. I understand the sub-microscopic. Or the expanding macroscopic. I understand the before. I am no religionist. And I am full of unknowns. Going as far back and forward. I keep faith with many dogs and humans. Having known many good souls. Cats are a puzzle not to mention lizards and spiders. Evil appears to be at work within and among us. The space between us. We play together in these expanding spheres. We each fervently choose.
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POET'S MOUTH: March 2011
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Saturday, March 19, 2011. My love does not want. My love does not want. My love does not want. To be hurt only by you. My love does not want. To hear you are hurt. My love does not want. To be lost with you. My love does not want. To be sickly thus. My love does not want. To be found with you. My love does not want. Labels: POEM WITH PHOTO. Monday, March 14, 2011. TYPOGRAPHY by Taylor Mali. TYPOGRAPHY by Taylor Mali. Brief photo history of TRANSVALUE. It was at Cameravision in 1980 that Chuck met compose...
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POET'S MOUTH: November 2011
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Saturday, November 26, 2011. There is meaning in. There is meaning in. In forgetting to plant the garden again. In having the child. In hurting the child. In forgetting to heal the child again. In being a person. In being defined by others. In forgetting to define myself again. In employing the person. In destroying the job. In forgetting to employ the people again. In building the family. In destroying the family. There is meaning in. Forgetting to build the family again. In building the building. In th...
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POET'S MOUTH: February 2011
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Sunday, February 6, 2011. I live along a river. Settled by a civilization. More ancient than Egypt. Mine tried to murder theirs. Despot pharaohs destroying ancient walking libraries. Trying to take away their children. Trying to take away their language. In the home of my father. Truth was illegal in my own language. The library and the commons were condemned. Martial law was brutal but brief. Today as yet there is no curfew. Today as yet there is no martial law. Today it is hard for me to remember.
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POET'S MOUTH: September 2011
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Monday, September 26, 2011. THE PLACE I WILL BE WHEN I DIE. The Place I Will Be When I Die. Ran down to the Olentangy. The trees were young. I can see the shiny bark. The sun filtered through. Ran between cool treed hillsides. The hill on one side. Rose from creek side. Up to where the dead abandoned sheep. Moved back into the earth. The hill on the other. To just as high. Soy beans, corn or wheat or resting. In a dance that was only mine. I needed a pool. To ask the water. To have a place. Is a movie of...
