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Thunder and Peace/ Shop Dog

We sat in the quilt shop Sewing comfort Out of pieces of our lives. Thunder clapping Punctuating our stories as we stitched. . She slept curled in the corner Surrounded by calico bliss… Outside the storm raged, But inside, All … Continue reading

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Tilt

Feeling tilted, I told my truth. A tilted head, & the movement of soft furred ears, Told me my tale was heard, Even if the nouns were lost in translation.

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Storytelling

I am currently at the Parliament of World Religions in Toronto… My luggage however was on a different trip, since Wednesday Thus I have been sans paper, ink and brushes.. But what was lost has now been found! The earth … Continue reading

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Super

little boy proudly showed the poodle A story about super heroes. And there on page, He had drawn everyone as super… Including the poodle. But most importantly Himself. . Be the hero of your story.

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Light posts

The gal at the desk was talking about a crow that had adopted a horse While The man, cradling an injured crow in his heart, The actual bird being cared for by the veterinarians in the back, Tells a tale … Continue reading

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A story about Salvations

The bug had wings, The door was open, But the bug just kept walking across glass Looking and longing for a way to salvation. Then, seeing the dilemma, The man, gently placed a glass, The sipping kind, Over the bug … Continue reading

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Music

The Ibis Quartet, Apparently on a break, Strutted around the green room that is the lawn, Eating worms, While a soloist sang high notes in a tree. I saw none of this, it was reported to me. I was inside, … Continue reading

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