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White Horses

Posted in on 7-9-12

White Horses

The blue, stained-glass windows dimmed the moon, making an eerie cross-pattern on the floor. From nods to winks, the faithful came to pay their respects, obeying the call, among lavish...

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The Mystic Vagabond

Posted in on 7-9-12

The Mystic Vagabond

Beauty is all around you. All you have to do is, turn around. A Tribute To All Writers And To Those Who Inspire Them. So, why did you become a writer? I was five years old when I first...

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A Tale Of Exile

Posted in on 7-9-12

A Tale Of Exile

A loving tribute to Alicia Alonso The dawn was just breaking in the sky when the parade reached the Ballet Nacional de Cuba. The austerity of the place hit me like a cold wind. It was...

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Dog Walk and Other Haiku

Posted in on 15-8-12

dog walk a flea crawls out from the leash puppy talk the playful thug gets caught in a pool of mud school of catfish the stirrings in the pond jolt me hiding behind the pond’s...

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Beyond the Harvest

Posted in on 21-7-12

Like poppies and daffodils, the lobster buoys dot the bay and as the flowers sway in the breeze the floats bob in the waves. Terns and seagulls dive and cry at the bait on the boat...

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Coffee’s Cold

Posted in on 19-7-12

Cold coffee in my cup, high heel shoes with gold lame’ straps left at the end of my couch. Faint hint of Halston tickles the nose, light lavender blouse lay folded on the chair. Bottle of...

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Baxter State Park, Maine

Posted in on 19-7-12

The foothills of the Appalachians steeply rise in upper Maine. Their beginnings climb quickly to Mt. Katahdin and are columned with Maple, Birch, and Oak. Autumn paints a swath of...

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Baby Steps

Posted in on 19-7-12

On little feet you wobble forward Searching hands reach out to grab hold Innocent eyes look so surprised Sweet smiles burst forth Your joyful laughter plays at my heart. 0...

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Autumn for Yulya

Posted in on 19-7-12

Before prickly hoarfrost paints patterns on window panes and duck ponds – I hear, on those ice cold little waters, the hubbub of geese gossiping about their flight south. They watch a...

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