sand blasts my skin waves whip the shores my hair is in my face but how my kite soars About the poem: We took a walk at McIntosh
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sand blasts my skin waves whip the shores my hair is in my face but how my kite soars About the poem: We took a walk at McIntosh
And sometimes our writing is creative in other ways… http://www.timescall.com/opinion/letterstotheeditor/ci_26078275/joan-gregerson-favors-tax-increase-help-improve-environment
Bees, cohousing, local food, fracking, youth leaders, climate change, solutions, Earth Day EcoPeace Jam. We are having some fun now! http://sustainablerevolutionlongmont.org/calendar/
Recently I have come to the full realization that every American must completely re-educate themselves independently and thoroughly. The important problems of our times are not being solved.
Sand scrubs my feet Hot yoga as I leap from towel to shore Seaweed fronds swipe my skin Was that an instant facial? I swim through their
I’m Rich When I’m Here and now I’m rich When I’m Not I’m poor Too poor to pay attention — About the poem: The expression “too poor to
Being balanced Is a fine art. Makes me Fine art About the poem: It’s natural to get a bit left-sided (sad, lethargic, regretful about the past)