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This weeks theme: Joy


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This weeks theme: lights
















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This weeks theme: Wet/Rain



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This weeks theme: two

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This weeks theme: light

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This week's theme: broken




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This week's theme: High


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This weeks theme: covered


































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This weeks theme: Yellow

































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This weeks theme: Wood




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This weeks theme: symbolic

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This weeks theme: backwards

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This weeks theme: Near


Perpetual motion

i can't stop but it's hard

to go. why must i stay ?

everything should flow

but i’m just stuck

unable to move

or even grow

so i succumb

and slowly

slowly

i stop


Ruby Tuesday














From last years garden photos. Not really very lucky with growing roses actually. Entering it over at Ruby Tuesdays.

Dream
















dreamt last night that my father was still alive.
He was sick and in a hospital in Boston.
I walked home from the hospital, so evidently i was living in my old apartment on BeaconHill. I don't remember anything that he said, of him talking, but i do remember holding his hand.strange how the mind works.

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Nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content.
Louis L'Amour

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Mother's Day 5 AM


the memory of her starting to fade

it's been 37 years

tho I can still conjour her dimples, her smile

the crinkles around her eyes

the small painting of her by my desk helps


the one with her teased blond hair

I never did see her natural auburn hair

except in one picture of her

holding me when i was a baby


in the painting

she’s wearing a high neck leopard blouse

replacing the black she always wore

that i wear now


the sound of her voice

i’m no longer sure of

tho I can almost see her laughing

but maybe she is just smiling

smiling at me,

from that painting of her by my desk


I remember her rubbing my back

as we lay together watching TV

on the plaid couch downstairs

in the finished basement

with the black speckled floor


i'm seven trying on her shoes with no toes

later when i was a teenager, i would sneak into her room

to read the forbidden novels she kept

in the night table


I can see the bottle of Chanel #5

on her black japanese lacquered dresser

tho the scent alludes me now

all these years later


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It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page.” ~Joan Baez

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"Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death -- fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant."

—Edna Ferber

50 reasons why i hate winter

















Seems this post been getting alot of hits; so i thought it bear reposting; that and utter laziness.

Snow II





























The next day the light was better. I probably could get even better shots if i put on boots & went outside. Wonder who went to the shed & why?

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This weeks theme: standing




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snow falls all around
a soft white numbness descends
it settles over

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This weeks theme: shadow






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This weeks theme: free week