Monthly Archives: October 2014

Anyone can write poetry

I want to write. When I write well and that magic thing happens, that long silky ribbon of of words that surprises even me, my soul sighs, profoundly content. It is like the winter yearning of my friend Aula to get … Continue reading

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A Day Away from Gadgets

When I was a girl growing up on the wild edges of a civilized town on Connecticut, I roamed the outdoors a lot. My Dad is Remington man and gave us a wholesome appreciation for creation, whether flora or fauna. … Continue reading

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