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“During the rainstorms of April the oyster rises from the sea and opens its shell — rain enters it — when it sinks the raindrops become the pearl. So take a picnic, open your body, and give birth to pearls.” — Anne Sexton, from The Sermon Of The Twelve

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if only the iphone had.....

Being my Birthday this week its the start of my new year and thus me X.X will be released.

As such for the next week I will try to answer all SMS messages with the standard messages supplied by Magic 8 Ball. If only the iphone allowed to save quick text messages like my 880i…

The 20 standard answers on a Magic 8-Ball are:

● As I see it, yes

● Ask again later

● Better not tell you now

● Cannot predict now

● Concentrate and ask again

● Don’t count on it

● It is certain

● It is decidedly so

● Most likely

● My reply is no

● My sources say no

● Outlook good

● Outlook not so good

● Reply hazy, try again

● Signs point to yes

● Very doubtful

● Without a doubt

● Yes

● Yes - definitely

● You may rely on it

I wanted to write

a poem

that rhymes

but revolution doesn't lend

itself to be-bopping

then my neighbor

who thinks i hate

asked - do you ever write

tree poems - i like trees

so i thought

i'll write a beautiful green tree poem

peeked from my window

to check the image

noticed that the school yard was covered

with asphalt

no green - no trees grow

in manhattan

then, well, i thought the sky

i'll do a big blue sky poem

but all the clouds have winged

low since no-Dick was elected

so i thought again

and it occurred to me

maybe i shouldn't write

at all

but clean my gun

and check my kerosene supply

perhaps these are not poetic

times

at all

Nikki Giovanni

Why does everyone feel overwhelmed by information? Why does it feel impossible to trust what passes through our streams? We tend to blame in

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“I’m often difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And when our dark periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won’t feel lost.” — Emery Allen in Emery allen