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maggie may ethridge jan 09
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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.R.
she's precocious / and she knows just what it takes / to make the pros blush
The Mr. & Mrs.
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
you can stand under my umbrella
the light is on for you
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
Pray For Kate McRae
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I Believe In Nationwide Health Care
E Pluribus Unum ( Out of Many, One )
"I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings." - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Gisele is one of my favourites too. But Miroslava Duma is such an obsession right now - so lovely and stylish!
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Thousand Cloud Sky is my favorite line. I got a new blog!
http://scribbledout.wordpress is nowwwww http://violetroom.wordpress.com I missed you!
I always wished I could rock poetry. You have quite a talent, I really enjoyed this one.
I couldn't write a poem if somebody put a gun to my head. Which translates to I'm amazed by what you do.
thanks guys, i so appreciate the reading. seriously.
This is lovely and evocative. I am hopeless at poetry, but I think any parent can feel the pull of their children while they try to take a little time to feed their own needs.
I discovered you through Tiff.
Your words are real and musical.
...and the main reason I came, I have a dog named Maggie Mae
I'm with the Captain. I couldn't write a poem if locked me in a room for a week!
I sure enjoy reading yours, though.
:D i certainly get you, or part of you anyway. fine mom. whatever.
I love this, Maggie!
thank you!
There is a constant conflict for me between housework, work, grocery shopping, my blog, and the need to write creatively. So many times, nothing wins, and everything is half done, or not done at all (like today). Thank you for this poem.
I like these lines: "here is son, his wild hair easily a mustang revolt, his intelligent brow and mouth creased in disapproval: why must i insist on this private life? these hours to myself?"
When I pick up my son from school today, he will ask me, yet again, did you create my tunic for the Renaissance Fair? Next week, I'll have to tell him. Today, I've been writing, and reading, and posting a poem for an online critique. How can I equate the two?
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