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• 11/26/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Wallflowers Wither as They Wait

  Posted on Thursday November 26th, 2009 at 23:19 in poetry, wait, sew, laughter, dancing, breath, wither

  Wallflowers Wither as They Wait There has to be a time when breaths will slip again unnoticed into a day of laughter, but today I feel every one. I hold a thread so thin it is hard to imagine that it can sew anything together. My needle goes in and o...

• 11/24/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Beyond Diversity

  Posted on Tuesday November 24th, 2009 at 16:37 in poetry, silence, everything, memories, diversity, desire, window, strength, stick, nothing, storm, noise

  Beyond Diversity The silence in the room was the loudest noise, each so afraid to say the wrong thing. They said nothing. That said everything. A Better Use for Our Sticks My home is shut to the approaching storm, boarded up tight, as you peek in. ...

• 11/19/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – If You Want to Scare Me

  Posted on Thursday November 19th, 2009 at 23:37 in poetry, water, eyes, dark, birds, fear, rain, blood, flood, scare, morphs

  If You Want to Scare Me Cover my windshield with mist, rain that morphs into torrents, torrents that flood into fear, fear that reminds me of bloody sockets where eyes were lunch for Hitchcock birds. Leave me to grope with my arms out straight, bump ...

• 11/15/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Roots Made Cracks in Our Sidewalk

  Posted on Sunday November 15th, 2009 at 13:18 in home, poetry, Cancer, mother, roots, sidewalk, wagon

  Roots Made Cracks in Our Sidewalk Photo by Patricia A. Hawkenson I took my wagon to the end of our block knowing I could not go any further. Standing there I waited for my mother to bring me home. It felt forever till she came gathering me into her ...

• 11/14/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – In the Radiance of Dawn

  Posted on Saturday November 14th, 2009 at 09:48

  Photo by Patricia A. Hawkenson In the Radiance of Dawn The fallen leaves are gauzing thin as they lay decaying on the forest floor and the frost that formed crystal by crystal slowly in the night with the morning sparkles to become the jewels of fai...

• 11/11/09 Guest Poet: Carrie Bailey – Ode to Nescafe

  Posted on Wednesday November 11th, 2009 at 18:07 in poetry, cup, source, passions, awake, ritual, morning, scent, ode, lover, aroma, liquid

  Guest Poet: Carrie Bailey Guest Poet CEBailey, from the Peevish Penman, writes Odes to macaroni and cheese, her spam folder, people who don’t read her Odes, and other highly significant subjects.  An Oregonian with a degree in Philosophy, she ...

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