Month: November 2006
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Le nettoyage à l’ancienne
Our street was narrow, unpaved, and fenced by two large stone walls. This was before the joli maisons; houses sprang up like mushrooms all around us, eating up the vineyards and olive trees. This was before the new families arrived.…
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Transformation
When the moon passed by the open window, the light poured in opening my eyes, illuminating the curtain hanging in the room. Bits of torn lace, Scattered threads, like misplaced memories without…
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Cinderella’s Pumpkin Sundae
My Mother called me Cinderella, not because I wore glass slippers, nor for my flare for transforming mice into men, but because I was the oldest child followed by four brothers. Needless…
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Writing Therapy
La plume in hand, Dipped into the ink of her imagination, She poured out words not caring how they spilled, or splashed, nor how they slipped between the rocks.…
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Smile and Laughter
I have a cousin who is known for having a permanent smile on his face. Even when he is not happy, his mouth cannot frown, I am not kidding! Whenever…
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Tongue in Cheek vernissage at Artstream
Susan, at ArtStream Gallery has opened her doors with a showing of Tongue in Cheek’s collection of photographs and poetry. When I first started my blog, Susan asked me if I would like to show my artwork at…