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- Challenges in writing at sixty or older? July 10, 2019To: Marian Thorpe @marianlthorpe Hey, #seniorwriters in #WritingCommunity. Drafting &/or published, self, indie or trad, anyone interested in contributing blog posts on motivations, challenges, triumphs, strengths, of being a writer over a certain age (55? 60?) 12:17 PM · Jun … Continue reading →Øle Ø.
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Protected: DREAM’S PLAY
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Protected: Short, Fat, Bald and Sixteen
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Posted in Creative, Fake Research, Fiction, Historical Fiction, Historical Letters and Quotes, History, Imaginative Breaking News, Lyrics to Music, Memoir, On the road, Opinion, Poem, Quotes, READING, SEX, Writing
Tagged #1970, #amwriting, #CrushingBones, #HeartFarts, #hollywood, #MaryJane, #NewHampshire, #Spankings, #TeenageLetters, #TwidleDeeTwidleDumb, #WritingDownTheBones
An Old Hippie Poem – Circa 1970s
Author’s note: For my 1st post of 2019 – the following poem (?) found in a box of old papers I was looking for. Written in a flea-bag motel -somewhere around Springfield, Missouri – on my hitch-hiking way to Siloam … Continue reading
Posted in Creative, History, Imaginative Breaking News, Opinion, Poem, Writing
Tagged #amwriting, #EndBrainWashing, #HeartFarts, #MaryJane, #poem, #WritingDownTheBones
Protected: Wet with Wonder / Modalities / Steady Rain [REDUX]
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Posted in Creative, Imaginative Breaking News, Poem, READING, Writing
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry – by Walt Whitman – 1819 – 1892
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry By Walt Whitman 1819 – 1892 1 Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face! Clouds of the west—sun there half an hour high—I see you also face to face. Crowds of men and women attired … Continue reading
At Shakespeare’s Grave
At Shakespeare’s Grave No eyes can see man’s destiny completed Save His, who made and knows th’ eternal plan: As shapes of clouds in mountains are repeated, So thoughts of God accomplished are in man Here the divinest … Continue reading
Posted in Creative, Historical Letters and Quotes, Poem