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Creative stew of art, poetry, and observations from the parallel universe of special needs parenting.
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Talking poetry, writing, and special needs parenting with Mike Hardman (opens the original)
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The Dark, the Light, the Rainbow (opens the original)
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“The whole world is a series of miracles, but we’re so used to them we call them ordinary things.” --Hans Christian AndersenRise and shineThis morning this morninghours before the alarm3:25 am daughter comes to bedroom doorMommy I need a lozenge my throat is scratchyOh wavering reader!How can I paint thisso you see the brilliance between the layersof color of hue of tintand tone?Sunrise orange—she can identify a feeling in her body.Fade to peach—that took—what? 25 years?Coral becomes
Edification (opens the original)
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At first it was all softness and greening, supple ideation. I was so enjoying opening the windows to the sweet scent of it, especially after rain. My nose filled greedily. I am grateful to be among the allergy-free.I talk to things, and they talk back, and so, when I heard something like notes rising like chiming mist from early morning ground, I turned my full attention towards the sound. It was faint—a human eardrum could almost fail to vibrate to the collective rhythm of the hundreds humming,
In the Old Country (opens the original)
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Tell Me About YoursI grew up hearing snippets about the old country, good Balkan land where my grandparents sprouted and bloomed. Families slept pressed together under rug-like coverlets to ward off frigid winters in a time before central heating. Those heavy blankets were called levanskas. Their yarns were sourced from the wool of the family’s own sheep, fibers handspun and dyed in traditional Squip (Albanian) colors—black and red and ivory. I have one in storage in the basement—linted with mea
SO many ways to say it (opens the original)
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Hello, you!What are you doing at this very moment? I mean, besides scanning this post, weighing the possibility of reading it in it’s entirety vs doing a quick once over and moving on. Are your feet on the floor? How’s your breathing? Our time here with each other on this glorious planet is fleeting. How do you want to spend what you’ve been allotted?I had the pleasure of being interviewed by the inimitable ZenJen Brown yesterday. She is speaking with the many poets who contributed to her beauti
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