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There is an endless and ever-expanding collection of remarkable work available for public view on flickr. On August 17, 2009 at 5:42 pm. Listening to the river. 8220;I’ve been thinking about your. Squares” and it seems to me that you are not. Just the “art director”. These squares feel made. To me in the way poems are made. A kind of. Deep intuitive knowing about which colors and. Objects resonate next to each other, top bottom. And diagonal. They tell a story but a poem kind. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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At Home With the Light: 02/21/10
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At Home With the Light. Sunday, February 21, 2010. I went out today looking for someone who was glad it was still winter, happy that the snow had no intention of leaving soon, someone who loved the colour white and did not miss green at all. I met no other people, only snowmen. They did not have much to say but they looked pretty happy, even the ones with no faces at all . . . Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Summer View From My Kitchen Window. Beth Niquette Fine Art. Nina P's Thoughts and Musings. Corita Ken...
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At Home With the Light: Silver Sky in a Cooking Bowl
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At Home With the Light. Wednesday, August 4, 2010. Silver Sky in a Cooking Bowl. In this world will still. In ninety years,. It’s gonna be. Down past the silver sky. Of a cooking bowl. Creating a tiny pool. Chocolate chips rolling,. Until warmed in the oven. And then . . . Two days ago, you told me. To read to the flowers. Yesterday, you said,. And today, you suggested I follow. A recipe: chocolate chips. In the silver sky. Of a cooking bowl. And now, there are cookies. Cooling on the counter, each one.
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At Home With the Light: 05/23/10
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At Home With the Light. Sunday, May 23, 2010. When I was small, I trailed my mother through greenhouses in the spring - deciding the flowers I liked best by their names. Bleeding hearts always scared me - not the hearts themselves but the little tear drop at the bottom and their name. I thought they were weeping. At some point, between now and then, I fell in love with them ,. And with every other sign of summer's arrival. I wait all year long for it to come. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Kiran Desai/The I...
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At Home With the Light: 08/04/10
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At Home With the Light. Wednesday, August 4, 2010. Silver Sky in a Cooking Bowl. In this world will still. In ninety years,. It’s gonna be. Down past the silver sky. Of a cooking bowl. Creating a tiny pool. Chocolate chips rolling,. Until warmed in the oven. And then . . . Two days ago, you told me. To read to the flowers. Yesterday, you said,. And today, you suggested I follow. A recipe: chocolate chips. In the silver sky. Of a cooking bowl. And now, there are cookies. Cooling on the counter, each one.
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At Home With the Light: 02/07/10
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At Home With the Light. Sunday, February 7, 2010. Do You Have Any Advice For Those of Use. Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave. Your house or apartment. Go out into the world. It's all right to carry a notebook but a cheap. One is best, with pages the color of weak tea. And on the front a kitten or a space ship. Avoid any enclosed space where more than. Three people are wearing turtlenecks. Beware. Any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks. Across the muffled tennis courts. I am already more tha...
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At Home With the Light: 05/16/10
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At Home With the Light. Sunday, May 16, 2010. My new blue bike, I think I am in love with it - something new, something blue. Sky above me. I just had to have one. And now I do. I want to stop strangers on the street and say, "She's fourteen days old today! I am breathing now . . . Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Summer View From My Kitchen Window. After all that wild weather, the day lily leaves were covered with such quiet raindrops . . . . Beth Niquette Fine Art. Nina P's Thoughts and Musings. Monique Pro...
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At Home With the Light: New Blue Bike
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At Home With the Light. Sunday, May 16, 2010. My new blue bike, I think I am in love with it - something new, something blue. Sky above me. I just had to have one. And now I do. I want to stop strangers on the street and say, "She's fourteen days old today! I am breathing now . . . Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Summer View From My Kitchen Window. After all that wild weather, the day lily leaves were covered with such quiet raindrops . . . . Beth Niquette Fine Art. Nina P's Thoughts and Musings.
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At Home With the Light: 08/02/10
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At Home With the Light. Monday, August 2, 2010. Reading to the Roses. Here is Jade's August 1st, 2009 poem:. To read to the roses,. Or any deserving flower. Hear and taste and analyze. One day I might. Even come across a flower. Of "The Golden Afternoon". I'd sit next to her. And the Queen of Hearts. I really would learn. A lot of things. August 1st, 2010. At fourteen, she decides to write. A poem each day and then. Proceeds to do so. Nothing stops her. Nothing. Is undeserving of her attention, each day.
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At Home With the Light: Not a Poem (maybe)
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At Home With the Light. Tuesday, August 3, 2010. Not a Poem (maybe). The August 2nd poems - Jade's and mine . . . This is not a poem! Participating in the following actions. Step outside –. It doesn’t matter. You are, so long. As you really are. Think about the doorstep. Walk around the block,. What you hear, feel,. Or smell the entire time. If you aren’t in the city,. Walk for 1 or 2 minutes. When you’re finished,. Then, walk around a different. A cheerful tune like “Mushaboom”, by Feist. And go inside,.
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