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L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I L On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: ![]() These pictures rotate. Kåre ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
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#697. October 10 poems for "Knapweed" No.1
#696. TO ALL OUR AUDIENCES WHO DISRESPECT US
#695. An untitled tanka [168.141a]
#694. 3 critiqued poems incl. Near the Soul's swift river
#693. One poem, two prose
#692. Dawn's pocket full of prose
#691. PVT Faro de la Flor 4 poemas mandados a PZ
#690. Logjam
#689. Vanessa's Haiku
#688. Rosary
#687. Name withheld
#686. Three April sketches
#685. Sunset enters the shop
#684. I have disappointed my ghosts
#683. Partying with Thor
#682. Sunsets and dawns
#681. Eyes dim as age approaches ...for Rosemary
#680. Ostara
#679. Falling
#678. Sheila's Song
#677. Blue green blue
#676. Dad at twelve
#675. Remembering the gardener
#674. Meet me at the station
#673. No sun for me
#672. Over a rainbow trail
#671. In an elm
#670. Walk right past
#669. March dog and [untitled]
#668. A certain melancholy
#667. The last board
#666. In golden guidance
#665. Lichen it
#664. Writing on ginkgo leaves again
#663. Letter written on the bus west of Kellogg
#662. Red Canna, circa 1924
#661. Moon's mourning cloaks
#660. Hummingbirds
#659. The Reading
#658. ¡Mira! (Look!)
#657. In our hundredth moon of separation
#656. [I take a room in an old hotel]
#655. Attraction
#654. Written on a bankcard's envelope
#653. By the door at Annabel's
#652. Kissing Judas
#651. Both sides of olive
#650. Columbus Day
#649. In the midst of silence
#648. In the palms of your hands
#647. Under a sweet grass sky
#646. Bag your own damn cherries
#645. Hiroshima 2010
#644. Fullish moonbeams
#643. Short poems ...inspired in part by Niedecker
#642. Two short Montana poems: Jumbo and Hellgate
#641. Two short Montana poems: Jumbo and Hellgate
#640. Tater tot
#639. Barchans
#638. "A new galaxy is discovered" AAC = Aaron
#637. Bill's garden song
#636. Look through me
#635. Caleb at the New Moon
#634. Riven the rock
#633. Post Requiem
#632. Burlington Trailways
#631. Free 5/19-21; anyone want me? "As seen through lace"
#630. Gorrilla feet
#629. Reading, writing and hymning.
#628. Dunsmore and MFA theses
#627. [When rains turns off the lantern of the fireflies]
#626. It was autumn and Tuesday...
#625. Inspired by writers from Spain
#624. Using my other blogs more...
#623. Counting coins
#622. Quotient: 2 ÷ 1 = 1 + 1.
#621. In front of the coffeeshop
#620. On a narrow spit
#619. Just a day... walked, bowled, Aspergers...
#618. To be of some use
#617. Letter from Jumbo
#616. The Graham-Paige blues
#615. Bone garden
#614. Frosted Jumbo
#613. Chrysanthemums at Sushi Hana
#612. Under citrus
#611. My little buttercup
#610. A must read... read Tor.
#609. Goodbye wifes and daughters...
#608. 2,999...
#607. A day of red dresses
#606. Letter from Saltese
#605. Beverly
#604. Shoot the computer? Or broadband?
#603. After a day of Montana sunshine.
#602. Sunny Snohomish....
#601. At Atticus in Spokane
#600. Among strawberry fields
#599. Still having computer issues...
#598. With each ray of sunshine... |