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ALZHEIMER’S RESOURCES | Judy Prescott
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THE BOOK: SEARCHING FOR CECY. A percentage of the proceeds from the sale of this book will be donated to the Alzheimer’s Association, Maine Chapter. More than 37,000 Mainers are currently living with Alzheimer’s disease, and nearly 150,000 friends and family members provide unpaid care for them. For more information about the programs and services of the Alzheimer’s Association, Maine Chapter, call 800-272-3900 or visit the website. Safe Return Hotline: 800-625-3780. LEARNING TO SPEAK ALZHEIMER’S. This b...
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Invincibility Potion: NPM 2012.3 - Quite the Panic
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Thursday, April 5, 2012. NPM 2012.3 - Quite the Panic. Cutting keys to my place now. Gasping through a mist. To get in and get that shaking. All over all my shit. Turn all that Shake. And wake me up like. Lousy cops like a very lovely person. Got into a car and won't. Ever get out again and. Goddammit it's still dark out. But you've gotta get. Out of that bed. You've gotta point and sneer and nod. And throw up and pace the horrible. Horrible stillness til the sun. Tells you to go back. And land too soft.
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Invincibility Potion: February 2012
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Saturday, February 25, 2012. And stand under the headlines every morning. Digging at your eyes. And clinging to the shade they cast. With displaced prayers spilling out over the edges of polite behavior. And when sleep comes. Or like dead cars dropped from helicopters hovering over the freeway. To provide you with either. Secret portable biographies piled up into. Bloodless statistics once the screaming has ceased. Though the smell of gasoline lingers. The screen is black. All that work lost. Tell them t...
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Invincibility Potion: June 2010
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Sunday, June 20, 2010. As Soon As This Bottle's Empty. As soon as this bottle's empty, we'll rise. And though there'll be decades of clean-up. We've all worked in bars. And restaurants and shit like that. We get a broom in our hands and it'll be like. It won't be any kind of party, but it's okay. Because we'll have killed that bottle. Once we sweat out the asshole. And drink enough water. We'll buy whatever we need and. Then maybe work on what we want. See, we're rich. In piano lessons and offensive jokes.
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Invincibility Potion: March 2011
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Friday, March 11, 2011. The garbage bags and the. Coroner wind been talking. Some bad plans there. Some real harsh witnessing. And the turf just lies there. Like the day before. No such startle there. There's a rake in the garage. And a fright worn garishly on. Some slippery words start. Planning to slur out over a burial. There's a gold band for every other. Ring finger and a tag for every other. The autistic frost kicking the. Dust up on every highway just. Keeps a real clean pistol in its glove box.
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Invincibility Potion: Something for Ray - part 1 - 6/6/12
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Thursday, June 7, 2012. Something for Ray - part 1 - 6/6/12. Ray Bradbury died last night. I have felt sick all day. And I don't expect to feel much better anytime soon. I am not Joe Hill. I am not George Clayton Johnson. I am not Frank Darabont or Stuart Gordon. I am not F. Murray Abraham or Joe Mantegna. But Ray knew me and called me by my first name. And wearing that badge, I will scrawl my tribute on the wall with the others. I followed Bo Derek. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). February 24th, 2010.
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A Poet's Word: Jasmine
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Original works of Author and Poet Glynis Smy. A breeze brings you to me on a summers night,. Curling high with flowers white. Tiny stars of perfect form,. Fragrance heady on air warm. Wine in my hand I raise a toast,. To Jasmine, my summer ghost. For The Fallen by Laurence Binyon; Poem Analysis. Buy Books Free Delivery WORLDWIDE! View my complete profile. I Used This Course. Come Visit My Author Blog. My Poetry for My Dad .Altzheimer s Has Him Now. A Poet's Word Links To Previous Poems. An Erosion of Mind.
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Invincibility Potion: June 2012
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Thursday, June 7, 2012. Something for Ray - part 1 - 6/6/12. Ray Bradbury died last night. I have felt sick all day. And I don't expect to feel much better anytime soon. I am not Joe Hill. I am not George Clayton Johnson. I am not Frank Darabont or Stuart Gordon. I am not F. Murray Abraham or Joe Mantegna. But Ray knew me and called me by my first name. And wearing that badge, I will scrawl my tribute on the wall with the others. I followed Bo Derek. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). February 24th, 2010. I'm a...
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Invincibility Potion: July 2010
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Monday, July 12, 2010. Starting to look awful ghoulish. Like a hidden hangar for billions of buzzards. All waiting on that jaw to open. All waiting on my surrender with a single cough. My skin's gonna peel off in their. Like wet Budweiser labels. Just another empty bottle in the sun. White grins at the restaurants. In foreign realms under key lights. White grins at the department stores that. I can't afford to breathe in. White grins who've never heard a good joke. As mean as their own barricades.
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A Poet's Word: Patchwork Genes in Black
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Original works of Author and Poet Glynis Smy. Patchwork Genes in Black. Sadly, tomorrow she will be the reason I attend my first Cypriot funeral for a friend. We sit; our clothing-black. You would have despised it-. But gracefully accepted the respect. You with your vibrant, fashionable red curls;. Covering your ancestral tint. Chemical split ends and white stubble. Hides nothing from me. I see you in this blackened room. White smile-hidden by black blood spittle-. A falsehood-a wicked lie in my eyes.
