Daffodils are “kick me in the eye” at every turn. Along with their ubiquitous literalness in Warsaw’s April, the daffodil has cropped up as a wholly surprising (to me) cultural symbol this month. 765 more words
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Here are some daffodils that I took earlier in the year. ENJOY!
Qi (energy) hugs
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Elizabeth Shepherd has a new album out called The Signal which is jazz with quite a bit of electro-pop funk stuff so it’s different. There is one song called… 282 more words
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John Looks Out On Life
planted in neat rows
that was yesterday
he walk the rows
Started taking lessons in another form of Japanese poetry, the tanka.
As the autumn winds carress my skin
Bringing back memories I’d rather leave forgotten
Reopening wounds I thought had healed
From a relationship that wounded me deeply… 84 more words
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Our Souls as Currency
Daffodil, sing me a dream
of beauty long-told and dangerous queens.
Vivacious colors in range: pink, red and white
of Persephone’s downfall and Narcissus’ plight. 77 more words
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