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Woman with Grief 2
Tomorrow's to-do list includes taking the cotton off the puncture hole. It's bound by adhesive strips that move when taking a shower. The cotton ideally round and fluffy - soft and puffy for taking pictures of make believe animals found in 1970s gift shops - taking note of how blood sticks to it without sound. People in…
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Woman with Grief 1
It's been two years since her return from war. It's been three years since his fatal campaign. It's been two years since influenza scored more deaths of friends who with her drank champagne in crushed glasses celebrating. No more years to knit like knotted rope that begins with burnt ends and unravels written lore. It's…
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Woman with a Veil 7
Jess returned home under a five-grey sky with no one waiting stoic with open arms, and a car with windows up for dry conversation. More returning women walked by and past, and one offered a ride driven by an older sister parked in slanted sideways. Never acting the shy ones, all three merged, bettered war-roads driven.…
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Woman with a Veil 6
Gwen feels eternity erupt in sound when she's tilting into arms of strangers. She's placed onto an empty stretcher found when the past occupant died beside her. The screams filling moments of pain just found are a last sensation she would defer, but who schedules these instants must be crowned a tin man, or a martial…
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Woman with a Veil 5
Gwen's leave ends, and she carries a few rips in her veiled hat that slipped drunk as she sipped wine (unknown), ate cheese (unknown), on her trip away from torn boys, sewn boys with breath stripped. Schedules of surgery ignore curfew, but those in charge hold the needle to sew what the knife deemed acceptable. The shrew…
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Woman with a Veil 4
Gwen's velvet green hat, reluctantly black with a veil before her eyes of squares packed like a mathematician's fabrics, back folds of strength. A virtue she doesn't lack. Jess teased out US blues in a southern dialect no soldier or civilian within five war-torn miles would understand, but men throw strings her words pull…
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Woman with a Veil 3
The woman with a veil walks Paris bright as if born in the outskirts. Nursing night and day she is given leave from front lights of surgery closings blessed infinite. Such coffee, such treats unavailable in Bellevue, Washington where her stable choices jailed sit at her parents' table, but here her French flows in war-torn…
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Poetry from a Northern Soul
I translated some of my poems into English. Enjoy! Thousands, yet thousands Threads of silver Weaving us together Thousands, yet thousands Threads of silver Over glittering seas Thinking of him I have fallen in love with Thinking of him, smiling Thinking of him, crying He is collecting stars Giving them to me I give him…
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Woman with a Veil 1
In a splash of rain sunrise calls it quits. Umbrellaless I dodge rain drops befit of retired Olympians then split focus between coffee and the culprit. She wears a veil of pain, anger, and fear sown in mist and knit by her lovely dears in thoughts corroded, the space of years disguised as fashion she drapes ear to ear. She…
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Madrid concert poster
ISO Pearl Jam Madrid Concert Show Poster by Klausen 07/12/2018
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Direction of Focus
When I was young, when life was difficult, sometimes I would survive the difficulties by dreaming of a better future. I’d make lists of goals and plans and wishes. My eyes were on tomorrow rather than today. I’d use my imagination to create a better reality than the one before my eyes. This allowed me to stay hopeful and…
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Between Wars
His shadow, cornered by paid-per-day light grafted with heat after World War 1 fights, and underwritten in land prone to blight, moves in migratory patterns to night. Over ten years before he signed for war and spit with pride, then swallowed mud the ore of geographical dances uncorked by hands withholding care too late…
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My requests in drawing (Pearl Jam)
W.M.A. This song is my favorite, a tribal rhythm, Jeff Ament plays the bass notes in a
loop, , with an incredible groove! The song progresses with the highlights, the voice of
Mr Eddie is inhabited. I make my request in drawing, it's more fun. Thanks Yvan
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First Light
The flowers woke up my imagination today that plain land open to plant some flowers and shrubs what colors do I want? what will grow here? and there’s that feeling peeking out from the back of my mind a toddler cautiously looking out is anyone awake yet? or, that tickle of on the top of my skull to remind me it’s there…
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Protection
Sometimes when I start new projects that are quite difficult, fear comes up fast like the back of a stopped car on the freeway. Will this be too hard? Can I actually do this? Do I have enough time to do it right? The beginning of a piece like that can be terrifying. To motivate myself to face these feelings, I think about…
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I am gone
Nothing to see here
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Convergence
come together inspiring hope is an immense gift to turn lights on brighten the dark corners for others sometimes towing, heaving, hauling is required but on other days, the best days there’s a spontaneous explosion there’s a new sun in the sky suddenly, the whole village is reborn invigorated, refreshed ready to shine…
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small adjustments for the twins
meals right on time cushions in the sun playscape built for fun we have sweet routines! stuffed mice on a string plastic balls that ting-a-ling favorite nap music found they drift off to the sound while I sit by my two black kittens
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Not to be mysterious
Not to be mysterious, just a natural shift of attention I’m needed more here than there but love always to the beautiful bird
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Reasons
There are many reasons why love exists it could be a harmony between hearts and minds it could be an admiration for another's actions it could be the comfort of compatible company emotional support, friendship happiness in the physical, spiritual, intellectual being? maybe all of these? True love wakes us up because it…