Skidding Through the Mud Incognito

pichon64

pichon64

Not read nor write
I can wait, I can wait. Anyway, my nails are already gone...

As far as I read from you, it's worth the wait.

(Pssst, everyone, jeniferwills.wordpress.com)

Or... just using some art:

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pichon64

pichon64

Not read nor write
Jen: I'm glad you like it. I posted a couple of those Wordle things, but mjp kindly selected the best one :) It's all justin barret's fault! I found those at Justin Barret's blog. Now I got the correct prescription so... back to the 'What I'm having for dinner' thread.
 
Gerard K H Love

Gerard K H Love

Appreciate your friends
I received the fat envelope that had been dispatched for England last Wed. You gotta' love the English. It's no wonder she won the poetry contest. That darn Jenifer can paint with her words, pictures I can relate to. They aren't the Oh everything is so wonderful syrupy stuff, but very intense pictures of a real life. A real life with some good and some uncomfortable but believable scenes. It was like they say peeking in through her window. It was all wrapped with the very fine work of a Jocelyne Desforges painting and the sincere words of Father Luke. It was published where The Beatles came from. Just like a rock star.
one more thing...There's a poem Temper Tantrum #231 which reminds me of something my crazy ex wife did over 32 years ago. It was hell to watch back then but beautiful to read from the other side now. It was neat to have my eyes opened up to the beauty of wasting perfectly good beer. Get the book. You will enjoy it too.
 
Father Luke

Father Luke

Founding member
vodka said:
Gerard, sometimes I like to sing this to Father Luke:

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I hear it in my dreams, Angel.

vodka said:
My copies came yesterday. I opened them up and looked at one threw it back in the box sealed the box stuffed it in a desk drawer felt ill and now i'm actually looking through one. adjusting slowly.
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Maybe I wrote this in cyberspace somewhere.
When I got the copies of Dust that Bill sent to me,
I photographed the package.

The next day I opened them.

Then I sat and looked at them all
day as I sat on the floor rocking back
and forth hugging my stomach.

I understand that's a shared experience.

And many, many congrats.
Please let it be the first of many. . .
 
vodka

vodka

Miss Take
well sweet thang, hopefully you hear it in her singing voice and not mine. ;)

it took me a long time to unpack the box. but mine was due to mostly fear. but you know... progress.

thank you again for doing the back cover for me. it was very kind.

it's nice to have you back here.

now come home, please.
 
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