Monthly Archive: February, 2015

TROUBLE

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  I’m reblogging this post, first published in May 2013, for new readers. I’m now a published author, but I’m still trouble.  🙂 <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> I’m contentious, not consistent–an alphabet soup of proliferation followed… Continue reading

Talking to myself again.

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Here I am again, God, and I’m NOT happy!  You’re in the dark but your tea is cold. I don’t give a rats derrière about cold tea.  I’m pissed because I can’t sleep. … Continue reading

Differently

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My heart abundant, poetry calls differently to the crying soul.

ANCESTRY: The LeGendre’s of Arkansas (8)

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For new readers, these are my mothers notes. They’re retyped with all the errors and with her punctuation.  Her memoirs were the gift she left my sister and me in 1992. She passed… Continue reading

Weird proverbs for a digital age

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The things that pour out of my brain at 3am: Yesterday’s blog is like yesterday’s newspaper, only you can’t wrap fish bones in it.  Paper yellows and fades, but digital words evaporate into… Continue reading

ANCESTRY: The LeGendre’s of Arkansas (7)

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Vignette’s of life in Marianna, Arkansas, 1919 – 1921. For new readers, these are my mothers notes. They’re retyped with all the errors and with her punctuation. Her memoirs were the gift she… Continue reading

Infrightful

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Problems seem larger at 2 in the morning. Dreams are infrightful and ideas are forming. How do I get through the grim and the foggy? I simply, intently start petting a doggie.

Half-baked dreaming

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Doesn’t it just BITE when you dream about cookies in the shape of countries and none of them are right? There I was, looking at the USA on a cookie sheet and only… Continue reading

ANCESTRY: The LeGendre’s of Arkansas (6)

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For new readers, these are my mothers notes. They’re retyped with all the errors and with her punctuation. Her memoirs were the gift she left my sister and me in 1992. She passed… Continue reading

Glisten

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Light of my office glistens creativity out of furry peace.