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The Huuna Bean

I tucked my little girl in to bed And this is what my little girl said, “My teacher said I am a bean! She did!” “What kind of bean,” I asked, then said, “A kidney, a Lima, a navy or red? A lentil, a French, or Great Northern instead?” “None of those!” my little girl […]

Difference Between an Artist and a Poet…

My daughter said, ‘I wish I could see the world the way an poet sees it,’ “But YOU are an Artist. It’s kind of the same.” I answered. She said, “No, it is quite different.” I asked her to explain, and this is how she explained it~ “I guess maybe as an artist I see things, and […]

A poet’s mind…?

This morning I grabbed my coffee and woke up the dog to do her morning routine outside.   (This is ‘Winnie’ -our miniature daschund) I accompanied her outside as lately she seems needy- she doesn’t want to be outside by herself – so I took my coffee and decided to sit outside for awhile so […]

Three Friends~

I have the choice of three friends~ I can live in the past with a friend called ‘Obsolete.’ I can live in the future with a friend called ‘Myth.’ Or I can live in the present with a friend called ‘Truth.’  ~Michele Marie     Only the present moment actually exists. The past is skewed […]

If I Write:

Academia:  “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This artist will write of your painted rainbow mists– Blue mornings, pink horizons, and golden oceans! If I write: This gray moth will write of Your stained-glass-monarch-butterfly universe! If I write: This traveler will write of worlds that collide The Pacific and […]