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kimberly-jackson's picture
Dec.22.2009
I have surprised myself a little today. I have been going through my notebooks. Saving what has promise. Trashing what in my mind was unsavable. As I went through my things I got this brain storm in my head. I decided to write my life story. I don't know why. I mean I haven't done anything yet that...
cat-connor's picture
Dec.18.2009
In the interest of not having screwed formating (which happens no matter how I blog here - cut and paste or write directly into this blog) My latest entries are here:  http://catconnor.blogspot.com/ Enjoy! 
balthazar-rodrigue-nzomono-balenda's picture
Dec.17.2009
When I was a child, I had new beginnings, just like any other children. I was born in Oullins (France) and I had partially grown in both France and Republic of the Congo. When I moved to the Congo, things were also great for the first time and I was always hopeful. But...when I was four, I was...
dr-barbara-sinor's picture
Dec.16.2009
Here I am, almost sixty-four-years old. I could have never imagined as a little girl growing up southern California that my life would be so full at sixty-four. My thoughts as a child were only to marry a loving man who was kind and generous; have two beautiful children that were perfect in every...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Dec.16.2009
December 16   GOOD SAMARITAN PIE    The meal prepared from my cognition, the bread and jam of humility, salad of expectation, roast of determination and Good Samaritan pie, wait on the table to be devoured.  The courses pass and come dessert my kindly intentions are cut to wedges and pushed from...
renee-mallette-cota's picture
Dec.15.2009
I remember when I was in fourth grade we sat in Mrs. Dundon's class figuring out how old we were going to be in the year 2000. I was going to be 30. To my little fourth grade mind that sounded so old. I recall thinking to myself, “I'll be too old to even enjoy it. But maybe at least I'll still be...
bro-smith-sgs's picture
Dec.12.2009
  Dig-N-DelveIn ancient times, many writers, Cicero, Augustine, Boethius and countless others wrote in prose and in parallel format, in this quaint and rather minute effort, I will share a bit. A) Pardon me and my collected artifacts…I am in search of something.  What is that you ask?... What I am...
steve-hauk's picture
Dec.10.2009
Thomas Hoving died today. Met him once, this famous, urbane former director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was a Central California museum event and Hoving was the guest speaker. I was standing with the Sacramento artist Gregory Kondos. Hoving walked up and we talked. Don't remember a damn...
yasir-mateen's picture
Dec.09.2009
  "And then, a man entered the room. But he didn't."     THE CLOSET    Cheated I walk Defeated I pass Tears give in Hopes take on   Apples fall Prisms break Sins scream Colors smoke    A wrath in his eyes The blood on his mind The skin of my back A whip in...
brandon-williams's picture
Dec.09.2009
A twing of agony grips me as I write this, an effort to free my mind of the clutter, confusion and chaotic universe that has defined the last 342 days of my life.  A violent collision of fate, reality and misfortune broadsided me this year. In the process, I have learned the true meaning of loss,...