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Category: Art
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Upside down cups, a potted plant and coins rattle-rub against a paperback at the bottom of my gunny sack. How's a girl supposed to ignore omens like that? — The Poet S. Three Weisenheimers got a message for us: Something can never come from nothing.I looked for the entrance. Paths would have been left to…
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Madame Malcontent knows it's not wrong to charge cash money for a reading. She draws the line, however, at asking for $$$ in order to teach someone what only intuition and a creative bent can give a gal. As Madame Malcontent likes to say: Some got it. Some don't. Peering through the spyglasswatching the other…
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Maybe this peace isn't completely soulless To pick up a pencil and scratch on a padis au courantI favor keys clacking and mispelled words makin' music without even tryin' I like your voice better in the Meditative Houreach breathA FlowerNo tensionNo tightropeNo walker Over turbulent water This journey has found its feet
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Yea, for the unreasonable season be upon us, and emotions are squishy and raw. Deal with the feels if you must. But for the sake of propriety (sobriety, piety) please don't go losing your everloving mind during this Neptunian grope fest.
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In your solitude, create art. Virginia would want you to. There is no such thing as loneliness. Rub away the charcoal line until the jawbone is softened. With eraser, swipe at age spots that give up the great lie. Smooth as a baby's argument; clear as the conscience of a nun. Creases are a way…
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Got cake and balloons two days before my birthday. Two people in my sphere were actually born on the 24th. One forgot it was his moment to be recognized and declined his slice of eternity. The other was a lady engaged in official business of the head-counting sort at Waistland Industries. She got balloons at…
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Misty sees you wandering the halls. It is not easy for you as flesh is pressed in uncomely ways. Always rubbed the wrong way; trousers are a bitch with which you must compromise. Your body longs to wrap itself in a tupenu. But you are seen through the lens of love. Your body of work…
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KindnessIsSometimesShady Memories areYielding Greatness is secondary toEarnestnessNever let action become thoughts Xylose and roses Another year pierces the heartSolidifying the need forSolitude
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I wear above-the-knee skirts for those who can't. Stay in my lane? Ha! We don't need no stinkin' lanes. But every so often a cattle chute is useful. Hey, baby. Your authenticity is showing.
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What have you turned to gold in your workshop this year? Did you write a happy ending? Did you build a solid beginning? Did you set out with Right Intention when you created your Invention? If none of the above ring true, you're invited to kick around a resolution or two. 2018 wants to hear…
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