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Cabbages and Kings: Katie and Quinn
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Saturday, March 27, 2010. For Katie, over at Stealing Fire. Im just only me. Ah, lovely. Is that the hint of a beard on the little tyke’s face? March 28, 2010 at 8:30 AM. Im just only me. Lol I do believe it is. March 28, 2010 at 1:55 PM. If he can reach half your prowess in that department, William, I am sure he will be a happy man. :P And I will be a mother with a pair of very frustrated scissors. March 29, 2010 at 7:02 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Go ahead and comment, i dont mind ;).
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stealing fire: as summer passes
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010. These days give so much. In their too quick hours that I. Breathe wordless in them. The summer has gone by- too fast, as always. Fall I love fall. School. I love school schedules. But I do love it. And obviously, I haven't been on here often. Autumn has a bad habit of leaving me speechless. And my husband has a bad habit of leaving me computer-less now that the semester is fully under way. But today, I have a computer, and a few minutes of blessed silence, and to prove th.
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stealing fire: February 2010
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010. E days in life when poetry escapes us- the words are there inside, seething and confused, and w. E can't put them in order at all. T like the poetry that comes out on those days- troubled, ugly, unhappy. Today has been one of those days; but I don't want. Instead, I will follow Wi. Lead and post a visual poem, snapshots of things that have been beautiful today, little moments that sa. Ve me They are taken on. Ribute a little beauty to the world aroun. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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stealing fire: May 2010
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Sunday, May 16, 2010. No one ever said. How lonely my heart would be. When it beat alone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). No one ever said how lonely my heart would be when. Please comment in passing. But Prometheus, torn by the claws and beaks whose task is never done,. Would be tortured another eternity to go stealing fire again.". And know that we are not alone. Ever. View my complete profile. A Bit of Silliness. Almost I rushed from home. Caught in the Dawning.
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stealing fire
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Monday, June 7, 2010. There are more words in my head and my heart that want to be in these lines; probably one of these days I will add to the poem. For now, here it is: and as usual, I can't think of the title. It will come to me some day.I hope. We called the earth. The wind our father. We sang the words,. And whistled, and laughed for freedom;. We laughed with love of dreaming,. We missed the tears in his murmurs,. The sob in her breath. We realized when we, silent,. Stood by our children. There are ...
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stealing fire: Hold Only Breath
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Thursday, January 31, 2013. There is a sweet relief these days. To let the others speak the words,. To watch the sun turn into ice, and ice to rain, and rain to snow,. And not to put them in the prison of my mind,. Not cage the wild ideas that hiss at me and fly. And hold them in the sweaty palm of my control. There is no ready turn of phrase. To hold the things that I have heard,. Enfold and capture all these dreams, these tears, these smiles, these things I know. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Cabbages and Kings: February 2011
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Monday, February 21, 2011. Finger via Sketchbook Mobile for Android-. Im just only me. Saturday, February 19, 2011. Hello friends :) Haven't had the time nor the will to do much drawing in ages, although I have had the desire. Anyhow, I've been doing a few sketches on my phone via Sketchbook Mobile for Android. Pretty good little app for random sketching :) Anyhow, here is my first go at it:. Finger; sketchbook mobile; android. Im just only me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Some Photography of Mine.
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stealing fire: August 2009
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Monday, August 31, 2009. It's not that his smiles are any less charming. Just because he uses them to punctuate. The joyful buckings of a healthy little body. Friday, August 28, 2009. Of Watercress and Less Important Things. For somehow inspiring this train of thought. The other day as I lay half-awake. I realized that for at least two days. My life had not ventured further than the mailbox,. Which is right next to the front door. And that really, when it came down to it, I was just fine with that. Frida...
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stealing fire: September 2010
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010. These days give so much. In their too quick hours that I. Breathe wordless in them. The summer has gone by- too fast, as always. Fall I love fall. School. I love school schedules. But I do love it. And obviously, I haven't been on here often. Autumn has a bad habit of leaving me speechless. And my husband has a bad habit of leaving me computer-less now that the semester is fully under way. But today, I have a computer, and a few minutes of blessed silence, and to prove th.
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stealing fire: June 2010
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Monday, June 7, 2010. There are more words in my head and my heart that want to be in these lines; probably one of these days I will add to the poem. For now, here it is: and as usual, I can't think of the title. It will come to me some day.I hope. We called the earth. The wind our father. We sang the words,. And whistled, and laughed for freedom;. We laughed with love of dreaming,. We missed the tears in his murmurs,. The sob in her breath. We realized when we, silent,. Stood by our children.