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Dear Beautiful Friend

Poetry Friday : August 19, 2016. This evening, I collected words that family, friends, colleagues, and former students shared on my friend’s Facebook page and wrote a brief eulogy. I felted comforted as I read and gathered their words and as I put them into the...
Vintage

Vintage

Paint to me is part of story telling, whether brush strokes on canvas, transforming walls or giving a new lease on life to a vintage beauty. Rachel Ashwell My granddaughter, a high school senior, motioned me over beside her on Sunday and complimented my outfit (made...

In the Old Country

#SOL16. No.28. Melted snowflakes Maple-wood smoke Hints of cinnamon, cardamon, cumin In the mysterious Old Country That no one knows anymore Every winter a hundred years long Every spring a miracle Water like music, music like water In the Old Country Whose name and...
A Child Is Reading

A Child Is Reading

A child was reading In second grade hall I leaned in She continued I stood still My coat still on She read to me Because I stayed Because I asked A child is reading . . © 2016 Alice, a found poem Inspired from Twitter post by @DalilaE on...