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January 13 syncro vanagon needs new home & TLCThe 1991 Volkswagen Vanagon Syncro Minivan I once owned. I was the original owner (and the legendary "little ol lady", having babied it and rarely took it over 61 mph!) I never had reason to take it "off-roading" -- except for the dirt roads that can be seen in some of the photos. Often went on state forest dirt roads for TrailCares (hiking trail maintenance).
December 01 No War No MoreNo War No More, a collection of poems, essays, photos and artwork for peace, had finally been published. Doug Fowler, Diana Ludwig and Arya Jenkins worked on this project for some time. Thanks to Doug's fastidiousness and Diana's talents with layout, this project finally came to fruition. NWNM contains work by Doug, Diana, and Arya, as well as Pauline Beck, Donna Brennan, J. D. Curtis, Jim Jordan, Staughton Lynd, Tenzin Palmo, Richard Pirko, Teresa Saska and Bob Studzinski. Proceeds from sales of the book will benefit the Dongyu Gatsal Ling Nunnery Project in northern India. The nunnery, which was started by Tenzin Palmo, educates nuns in the Kagyu lineage. Some of those nuns will return to their communities as counselors and teachers. More information about Tenzin Palmo's project can be found at www.tenzinpalmo.com July 27 fox owlsKaty-dids rasping noisy across from the cemetary in the cool, foxes howl for hours from gravel stoops in front of their burrows, barn owls screech into the window from their tree perches...half dozen young coon romp about the legs of deer meandering in the fog, crows call, 2 bronze turkey heads sinking down to the river through the rhodadendron, a red sedan in flames on the hairpin turn to Fischer, a pair of spotted fawns with their mom along the interstate.
Hounddog Taylor February 21 WNWG Presents--ta da!There is a really neat collection of short stories by some creative Youngstown, Ohio writers out now that can be
checked out at: WNWG Presents Collection of Short Stories on Amazon.
All their exploits can be delved into at their literary station: WNWG Wednesday Night Writing Group
Their publisher has a page for it also: WNWG Presents book
I just got done being highly entertained by one of the authors ( Ms. Koocher) stories (both fiction and non-fiction) at
her web-house: Mad Moonlit Musings of a Zombie Huntress
A preview of the illustrations can be viewed at Storm Bird Studios
October 27 art rainwet-leaved-trees, gold and dropping; a squishy wet coon all pink in the center of the road, a soggy kitty lying in the rain, a wet chocolate lab amblets alongside flooded oak savannah, bird-dog
Blue faded industrial buildings where he used to wrok, right there is where in the cool air they broke and spoke of poetry...bright fires glowing and sparking in the night.
Janice sews our curtains. Tell David about the witch.
circuitcity woolybear all squished--what were you doing there?!
Red potato rolling across the floor.
sweet light crude---a most beauteous phrase of my times, say it over and over. and overMissing large beds, nuturing vegetable growth and entering pies in apple festivals... June 20 wordsBRUCE SPRINGSTEEN LYRICS "Matamoras Banks" (Each year many die crossing the deserts, mountains and rivers of our southern border in search of a better life. Here I follow the journey backwards, from the body at the river bottom, to the man walking across the desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande.) For two days the river keeps you down Then you rise to the light without a sound Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars Your clothes give way to the current and river stone 'Till every trace of who you ever were is gone And the things of the earth they make their claim That the things of heaven may do the same Goodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks, Meet me on the Matamoros Meet me on the Matamoros Meet me on the Matamoros banks Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone The pale moon opens the earth to its bones I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks The touch of your loving fingertips Meet me on the Matamoros Meet me on the Matamoros Meet me on the Matamoros banks Your sweet memory comes on the evenin' wind I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks A touch of your loving fingertips Meet me on the Matamoros Meet me on the Matamoros Meet me on the Matamoros banks [ www.azlyrics.com ] |
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