Author Archives: Lynette

Poets Live On Their Senses

“I suppose what most people associate with poetry is soul-searching and fiercely held emotions.  We expect the poet to be a monger of intensity, to pain for us, to reach into the campfire so that we can linger in the woods … Continue reading

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Spirals Up A Mountain

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The Unfurling

How fragile and tender                                that little girl yearning Just wanting to be loved and to love. Building beautiful cities inside her         … Continue reading

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Recipe for a Sour Day

Walk to the lake- preferably at dusk, the gray cashmere air soft upon your cheeks. Wear polka dot shiny rain boots and carry a furled umbrella, twirling it like a baton. Savagely stomp through every puddle you find, unless there’s … Continue reading

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Holding a Book in Your Hand

Someone told me the other day that they believed in dating several people at once for a while and taking lots of time to get to know each one, before deciding which one was compatible and suitable for an exclusive … Continue reading

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His Mind Was In Motion

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A Boy and His Dogs

Have you read Where The Red Fern Grows? My 4th grade teacher, Mr, Bringolf read it to us in class and I loved it so much I asked for the book for Christmas.  It still has a place of honor … Continue reading

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