Monthly Archives: October 2013

For Norman Week

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. Henry David Thoreau

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For Norman Week

A strong man and a waterfall always channel their own path. Unknown

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For Norman Week

Approaching the forest from the west was no army, but a delegation of Grailsundanian master surgeons on their way to an appendix conference . . . But that isn’t the craziest part of the story – oh, no, my boy, … Continue reading

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For Norman Week

Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up, if thou wilt ever dig. Marcus Aurelius

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For Norman Week

An experienced Teddy Bear brings with him a lifetime of knowledge and experience; the wisdom of silence and the stillness in moments of great turmoil. The long-suffering patience that is learned when belonging to a child who is coming of … Continue reading

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POETRY WEEK

Summer Map by Frances Sage To Sandy Straight lines map north then west, Vivid morning light floods shoulders and arms, An arc view, like old oblique goodbyes, the moment etched in light, detailed for memory. Then the car starts, the … Continue reading

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POETRY WEEK

Photo John Baumann I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And … Continue reading

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POETRY WEEK

Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) by Pablo Neruda Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as … Continue reading

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POETRY WEEK

Photo John Baumann Memory Of Sun by Anna Akhmatova Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water becoming ice is slowing in The narrow channels. Nothing at all … Continue reading

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POETRY WEEK

Bear In There by Shel Silverstein There’s a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire– He likes it ’cause it’s cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the … Continue reading

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