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Pink Pageant. Poartry

We dared to dance in my backyard A childhood tumbled and hard we rhythmed till the clock had struck we really did not give a fuck but we did. Come and take me to the Mardi Gras I was growing fast and not so far My mother’s foot upon her…

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Poems from our dreams.

I woke from a powerful dream hearing the voice of my first husband from so long ago. He was asking me to call him. I started to write everything down and it…

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Art – The Meditaton

Our answer to the door of peace, comes where we keep our dreams and sleep. Rest assured my words will shout, my tired arms. reaching out. First one then two and more words flow, upon a crafted winter wind. There is no stopping then…

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Art- Hilltown

Campello collection. The many soft and silent footsteps walked up Church Street…