thoughts
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Why I admire Jane Austen so deeply …
… and passionately – like a deep pocket that, for some reason, no designer of women’s…
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fear wants to
fear wants tohold my handbackfrom writingagainst hate the timesof violence arebackin our yard,Mr. Chaplin language—butthe heartshould…
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Linking and shifting between poetry and music
A remarkable number of well-worn wallsonce paintedwith loveand love. Early in my social media times I…
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Tanka, Or Not A Tanka, That’s Not The Question.
Revisiting Jane Reichhold‘s take on tanka. I wish we’d go back to that, and even further,…
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Makoto
In future, I’ll sign my poems with ‘Makoto’. Masses of water,falling till it hitsand flows all…
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This Trust
The thing with trees isThey remind me of hugging . . .Arms branch out,The leaves breathe…
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Things, Names, Expectations
Thinking. Isn’t it weird that we give things names? But what we do for real is…
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Prora*
The nose of the red quay wall, Street III,(it has never been used)has broken off. Shards…
pi & anne 