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The Story of Jacob Eaton

Readers;  Here is more of the book.  These pages would come immediately before that last post I put up a few hours ago – the conversation between Jacob Eaton and Rachel Thompson. This new bit tells the story of how … Continue reading

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A Lesson in Creativity

          One thing that Stefan Zweig does in this book (The World of Yesterday) is give the reader a profound exposition on what poets and artists meant in the world that existed before the Great War.  … Continue reading

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Waking

    Walk quietly into the early morning And be expectant There are secrets here That will reveal themselves someday The dreams of men and women All of whom are gone on, now Who once lived behind these doors Are … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, November 25, 2017

  Walk quietly into the early morning And be expectant There are secrets here That will reveal themselves someday The dreams of men and women All of whom are gone on, now Who once lived behind these doors Are bright … Continue reading

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How To Write a Poem (#2)

  Close your eyes and listen Not to the birds or to the sound of the cars swishing by on the street outside Not to the tick of the clock Hear what is inside Look hard into that memory bank … Continue reading

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Morning Post: Lilias Trotter

    This morning’s poem was inspired by this painting by Lilias Trotter.  You can find out more about this amazing artist and her amazing life by clicking here.     Men in  boat Floating on the water Or do … Continue reading

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morning poem, November 28, 2016

When young and small I knew not the world Some brought me poetry The eyes and ears of those Who’d come before And seen the heavens And the earth And heard their voice That has gone out to the end … Continue reading

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Evening Poem #3, October 2, 2016

    The shop on the plaza in Taos Opened early in the morning Even in August the air From the mountains around Was chill and filled with scents Of evergreen and desert flowers One seemed lighter walking there The … Continue reading

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afernoon poem, July 12, 2016

The crane arm points skyward Ruling over the city Jointed, like a finger and Cables taut and stretched Along its length Like tendons The flag at its tip Stiff in the high wind The rippling image Of some corporate logo … Continue reading

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Afternoon Poem, July 6, 2016

I awoke to rock and roll Here was another voice Not that of the schoolmaster This one sweeter, more inviting Truer, somehow, and Full of open space. I walked on from there Thinking to put away childish things To the … Continue reading

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