Reading and Writing and Re-reading...

A weekly, daily, hourly deposit of thoughts and poems from a someone who's full of 'em.

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Help Zoë Recover from a Social Security Scam organized by Zoe Helm

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Hey everybody. I got targeted by SS scammers and they took all my money. I currently have about $200 to my name. Please help or share if you can!

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Practical Magic- Dir. Griffin Dunne

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The Old Regent in the Window

                                             The old Regent in the window

                                           No longer plows through patterns

                                             The old Regent in the window

                                              Is only rusted where it matters

                                              The old Regent in the window

                                               Was rescued from the heap

                                              The old Regent in the window

                                   Governs, at a distance, the city of no sleep

                                              The old Regent in the window

                                              Has graced us with her beauty

                                                The old Regent, her grace

                                               Is a conundrum of machinery

                                              The old Regent in the window

                                                      Has an untold past

                                              The old Regent in the window

                                              Has no use for looking back

                                              The old Regent in the window

                                                  Regal and royal and blue

                                            Has taken office and can be found

                                                     In a window near you...

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The Siren's Lullaby

Blue and red refractions break across our ceiling in shards of purple Alerting me only to the beauty of color and light in the still, noisiness of night They flash and they slide The fade and they creep Making geometric shapes thrown from a jaunty disco ball They scan across the plaster sky like searchlights Finding nothing but each other And a little girl watches as the beams meet and cross and part again They tremble back and forth like panels in a 3-D comic But the little girl lost her glasses See her squinting those shadows right off the page She listens to the rhythm of the world outside A soundtrack to the light-show above her head And lay she ever so still in her bed.

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When someone dies, they don't leave the world all at once. They kind of linger for a while. Sometimes for a long time.

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"A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with."

-Robert Frost

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Visual Poem

http://www.1800wheelchair.com/scholarship-2015-winter/

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"[I] actually do stop and smell the roses- you'd be surprised at how many roses don't have a smell."

-My Dad

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The pupae assembly line ‘We see no difference In your design Your mold is this You’re one of us Stop putting on airs You’ve no right to fuss You need to reform You’ve come out half-baked Go back in You’re a mistake'

-Poem by anonymous Scholarship Winner http://www.1800wheelchair.com/scholarship-2015-winter/

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"Shun -- shun the Bowl! That fatal, facile drink Has ruined many geese who dipped their quills in 't; Bribe, murder, marry, but steer clear of Ink Save when you write receipts for paid-up bills in 't. There may be silver in the "blue-black" -- all I know of is the iron and the gall." - The Man Who Could Write by Rudyard Kipling

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Everybody deserves to be a part of a good group-chat.

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Charlotte Skies

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Lovely Little Lake House

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An old drawing in an old journal.

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Nighttime Playtime

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Nights like this only come every once in a blue moon. 🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

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Welcome to New York