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Sandra was a child who wasn’t supposed to live for a very long time, but, she did.
She lived and she lived and she lived.
She lived to see two-years-old. But she wasn’t like other two-year-olds. Sandra, you see, couldn’t walk, crawl, or even turn over.
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When Causes (and Controversy) Collide
by Jen Raven
Back in June I experienced Art censorship, personally, for the first time. One of my paintings was yanked from a website because it “contained offensive material.” The offensive material in question was a mermaid’s bare...
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It doesn’t seem like it's been a year.
But it has; it's been a year now, since we four sat around my table together, having a drink; playing with the idea of an all-chick art show that would kick some serious ass: Jenn Williams; Nyoka; Amber Saunders; and myself. We knew what...
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Coming to The Empty Space September 15th; the group art show, "Betrayal" will feature the artwork of Jen Raven, Amber Saunders, and Lisa Small.
As the name of this group show suggests, the theme of all the artwork on display is 'betrayal' in it's many forms. There will be live...
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Join us at Russo's Books in the Marketplace TONIGHT, July 25, from seven to nine pm for a very special Poetry Circle! Guest poet Brandon Cesmat will be joining us for a night of poetry, music, and lively discussion!
The Russo's Poetry Circle is FREE and free to all ... we are very...
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It is a not so well known - or to some of my friends, it is very well known, that I am deeply in love with Rumi.
I know, he has been dead for more than 700 years, but face it, a more passionate man is uncommon at best.
Another little known fact is that I have a new camera and enjoy setting...
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cowardice
born of cowards
and bred to
cowardice
surrounded by your twin pit-bulls
of despair
you dream
of freedom
even as you drive
the nails deeper
into your own wrists
coward.
as good
as alone
in your pit
you sit
sit
sit
eyes...
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Apparently I need to find a new audience for my poetry.
I enjoy stuffed pigs as much as the next person.
My mother used to collect stuffed pigs, afterall
She might still have a few hanging around her Flagstaff home.
Remind me to ask her.
I can't depend on pigs forever.
Besides, they can...
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A Tribute to the People's Princess, Diana
Her beauty is timeless
surpassing all others
no fairer woman
will ever be found!
She cared for so many
over riches & treasures,
As she spent the time
getting to "know" the people!
The ones who were broken,
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I'm a nice guy
And I am a bitter son-of-a-bitch.
Molten lava corses under artic ice
Thats what I am.
Knives in my pockets
And a smile on my face,
I can give hugs all day
But wait, is that pain you feel?
Thats Right! You gotta watch yourself,
You gotta watch me
Because you know I watch...
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I attempted to write a business letter, but my heart wouldn't let me write a word until I got this message into form. First it made me laugh and then, it made me cry... in gratitude.
In the first moment
We created together
I knew you were
An answered prayer
What I was not prepared...
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“Goodbye, that”
I said, when I realized
The variety of former
Necessities that have
Started sloughing away
Thanks to this big ol’ Loofah
That is my life
“Goodbye, that”
“And that”
“And that”
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I found this one that I have never shared publicly. I know, Twinkie - its been a while since my muse's presence has been reflected in my words. Something about listening to Celtic Quest brought this one out of the file dungeons.
The tears come, unbidden
I call for Rumi’s field to be our...
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Dream Catcher
Once they built a highway over the last
mountain. It had been green, full of life, past
the convenient flashing neon glamour
of the rest of the world. Then the hammer
splintered earth's blood, brought forth cries in the night--
never, since the time of...
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If you haven't been to Open Floor Poetry yet, it is a must-do here in Bake. People gather every wednesday at Russo's Books in the Marketplace. Afterward many people from poetry continue on to Starbucks across the parking lot. Here are some shots i did (mostly at Starbucks) this week!
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