Blazing willow,
Worm hole path beading
Through sunlit bark
The sun in winter
and the moon at noon.
Extraordinary, blonde, paint
brush and ink.
Original.
Master piece.
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels.
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- Misleading
- I want to show it to him
- Why I have a crush on Ryan Gosling
- Anonymous Comments
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- The Road I didn't take
- Beach Solo
- As Deanna Bogart says
- On One Foot
- Why is the sky blue?
- Neena
- Maybe it is better. . .
- Match Girl
- The Grocery Store will get you every time
- You Liar! You Judas!
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About Me
- Just Mary
- Empty nest; what is next? Over 20 years as a creative writing instructor; over 40 years as a writer. On my desk right now, an unopened bag of coffee beans, a music cd, a plethora of pens, two newspaper scraps, photos of my son and daughter, two half-full bottles of water and a half empty coffee mug and a notice from Julie about a poetry reading Friday night.
1 comment:
Integrity is the essence of her life, through art and friendship is how she manifests it........she is pure innocence and truth.........a very rare breed, indeed. I have been so fortunate to know her well. If only others were so lucky.
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