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Monthly Archives: April 2016
Amidst a crowd of shoppers a man in a blue- green shirt sits tapping on a tiny glass screen.
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Two short poems
Starbucks Meditation Around me many voices, chattering. In the background, someone sings “Guantanamera”. ~ ~ ~ Hurdy-gurdy As I sit munching a food bar, a young woman turns a crank & the hurdy-gurdy sings.
Not to be an American Indian – a poem to ponder
It is best not to be an American Indian I will give it up I have examined that kind of life an discovered it is not worth living. I will not ask to know the name of my ancestors’ tribe, … Continue reading
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Hana’s Cube Adventure
I don’t know about you, but I like adventure stories, especially ones where I learn something new, like “What is a cube?” What is a cube, anyway, and what can you do or make with a cube? In this … Continue reading
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