spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Deep thoughts. I love her energy. The hopefulness and peace that I felt while reading this.
It’s springtime in the middle of a pandemic and between the hand washing, concern, disinfecting, and time spent in prayer, I’m thinking about powwows.
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Writer and Artist
a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
The Lies in the Skies Exposed
"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am..." --Maya Angelou
Welcome to my tiny corner of the universe filled with poems that I have written.
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Butterwell's Blog
... from a silent space
Thanks, Tara. Glad you’re still blogging. Sorry I haven’t been around.
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I’ve actually been thinking about you a lot lately. I was going to email you but didn’t want to intrude.
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Email anytime. Would love to know how you’re doing.
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I find a certain refinement in your Raw Earth-ness. The softness becomes you.
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Thanks John. I needed that.
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You are welcome. I am blessed with you.
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