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A Brief Tribute To Viv

  A Brief Tribute to Viv I have four blogs. Two supposedly for poetry, the other two for prose. I am working on the last and final section of my poetic memoir, but it’s difficult. It concerns the last eight … Continue reading

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In My Own Words

  I now have my hard drive, from my old computer, transferred into this new computer. Have the poetry manuscript I was working on before my life exploded and I moved into these new digs. Have been working on it … Continue reading

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A Word Exercise

  Haven’t been here for a while, for very good reasons. But, it is time to pick up my life and go on. I came to a very real realization yesterday. There are some words I never use, never write, … Continue reading

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The Stranger

  We are all frightened of the Stranger.      Probably because the Stranger is not nearly as far away as we think. She can come upon us suddenly, after an act of cruelty, the death of a loved one, or … Continue reading

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The End Is Ever A Beginning

  I started to fill the last page in my sketchbook yesterday. This one will have words on it as none of the others do. The same words that title this blog. I have two new sketchbooks that should be … Continue reading

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Repercussions and Counting The Cost

Writer’s Island prompt #15 “IF I COULD CHANGE ONE THING”. What would that be? Nothing. That’s right, I wouldn’t change anything at all. It’s not because I’m afraid of changes, or incapable of them, or don’t occasionally wish things were … Continue reading

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A Very Personal Take

  At age four, I went through possibly the most traumatic experience of my life. I was playing outside with my younger sister. It was winter and we’d just had another snowfall in a snow filled Wisconsin season. Sidewalks were … Continue reading

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