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A random nowhere stranger sends postcards filled with brief slices of her favorite pieces of poetry to random strangers everywhere. They visit this small electronic somewhere to see the poems in their entirety. To talk about what the received words made them think, made them feel. To leave shining bits and pieces of beauty in their wakes. To simply pass through, pause for a moment, and breathe. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. Dear philosophers, I get sad when I think. Is it the same with you? I yell to the skies.

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A random nowhere stranger sends postcards filled with brief slices of her favorite pieces of poetry to random strangers everywhere. They visit this small electronic somewhere to see the poems in their entirety. To talk about what the received words made them think, made them feel. To leave shining bits and pieces of beauty in their wakes. To simply pass through, pause for a moment, and breathe. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. Dear philosophers, I get sad when I think. Is it the same with you? I yell to the skies.

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Poems From Nowhere: The Quiet World

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A random nowhere stranger sends postcards filled with brief slices of her favorite pieces of poetry to random strangers everywhere. They visit this small electronic somewhere to see the poems in their entirety. To talk about what the received words made them think, made them feel. To leave shining bits and pieces of beauty in their wakes. To simply pass through, pause for a moment, and breathe. Wednesday, October 28, 2009. In an effort to get people to look. Into each other's eyes more,.

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Poems From Nowhere: October 2009

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A random nowhere stranger sends postcards filled with brief slices of her favorite pieces of poetry to random strangers everywhere. They visit this small electronic somewhere to see the poems in their entirety. To talk about what the received words made them think, made them feel. To leave shining bits and pieces of beauty in their wakes. To simply pass through, pause for a moment, and breathe. Wednesday, October 28, 2009. That was the sound of a child's foot on a landmine. And you young lady. I know she...

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Poems From Nowhere: The White Room

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A random nowhere stranger sends postcards filled with brief slices of her favorite pieces of poetry to random strangers everywhere. They visit this small electronic somewhere to see the poems in their entirety. To talk about what the received words made them think, made them feel. To leave shining bits and pieces of beauty in their wakes. To simply pass through, pause for a moment, and breathe. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. The obvious is difficult. To prove. Many prefer. The hidden. I did, too.

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Poems From Nowhere: March 2009

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A random nowhere stranger sends postcards filled with brief slices of her favorite pieces of poetry to random strangers everywhere. They visit this small electronic somewhere to see the poems in their entirety. To talk about what the received words made them think, made them feel. To leave shining bits and pieces of beauty in their wakes. To simply pass through, pause for a moment, and breathe. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. The opening piece of "The First Elegy". And even if one were to suddenly. Ah, they onl...

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Poems From Nowhere: the opening piece of "The First Elegy"

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A random nowhere stranger sends postcards filled with brief slices of her favorite pieces of poetry to random strangers everywhere. They visit this small electronic somewhere to see the poems in their entirety. To talk about what the received words made them think, made them feel. To leave shining bits and pieces of beauty in their wakes. To simply pass through, pause for a moment, and breathe. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. The opening piece of "The First Elegy". And even if one were to suddenly. Ah, they onl...

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