Tag: journal
group name: clearmindscreate
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June 03, 2008 05:03 PM EDT --
My Dad was an optician who worked in Schenectady, New York. The General Electric (GE) began in Schenectady and still is there. This is a photo of a day planner that my Dad received from the GE every year . . . more
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February 18, 2008 03:27 AM EST --
I must say that Rene 's ART JOURNAL COLLABORATION PROJECT has me bit and I'm more likely than not going to participate. Now I just need a journal and a design. :)
I have a book here . . . more
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October 23, 2007 06:45 AM EDT --
On Sunday my sister Fran stopped by with a gift for me. Knowing I love to journal and knowing I love Henry David Thoreau, she brought me a new book, "All Nature is My Bride: Passages . . . more
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . . more
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July 18, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Ice {Friday writing essential}
A dusty car of ice-candy man.
He is leaning on the car
stoical, vacant, aloof.
A stem of a humble grass is
his staple food for the time being.
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . . more
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . . more
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May 10, 2008 09:54 AM EDT --
wasted promises
The wasted promises are conserving,
One day an explosion will rip apart.
The tree, under which thousands of human
Wait and return to empty dream's graveyard, . . . more
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July 19, 2008 07:30 AM EDT --
Crème and sugar
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Crème and sugar are a stringent no-no.
He has been advised not to indulge in
drinks and other things
gone with the golden . . . more
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July 17, 2008 08:04 AM EDT --
The rider of a bike
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( To the Alison's Bike)
The aroma of green.
The homing birds
and hungry fledglings.
The landscape runs backward.
Hurrah. She . . . more
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July 21, 2008 08:45 AM EDT --
Voices of shadows
(to the trench, the troops, the shadows and ofcourse to Sandre)
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Shadows are so lovely.
He watches them
unfolding stories
on the muddy wall . . . more
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July 24, 2008 12:46 PM EDT --
Rust
The factory shed, rusty, turns
its corner slightly to hear them,
those two human beings, lovers.
What is there to hear? No words can be
that new? The smell of grass eats the . . . more
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May 11, 2008 04:09 AM EDT --
1 Saturday road
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Busy to get back.
Ask them" whereto?"
They will only look at their feet.
2 A Sunday road
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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . . more
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May 28, 2008 02:18 AM EDT --
X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking to peep in,
Face the dark smell . . . more
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . . more
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May 03, 2008 03:23 PM EDT --
You would have thought I was making my debut as a Broadway star. That's how nervous I was about the upcoming Mother's Day performance in the school basement. Nervous? Scared out of my wits was . . . more
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July 14, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Some stories and untold truths to a tourist
Sea strokes the foot of the long dead tree.
Gulls in a galore. How many of them
Do you have named?
And, you have asked . . . more
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July 15, 2008 07:38 AM EDT --
Summer, 2008
Open day for clouds.
The park is the reign of the youth,
of the old and dog owners alike.
The girl who is collecting pebbles,
does not have . . . more
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