Category Archives: Poetry

feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the souland sings the tunes without the wordsand never stops at all.  Emily Dickinson Advertisements

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Creative Arts Therapy tools

Creative Arts Therapy tools for educators, psychotherapists and everyone. Creative Therapy Tools provides therapy tools for anyone who works with children, adolescents and/or adults. I have used all of these tools both individually and in groups for psychotherapy and educational … Continue reading

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Bard

Looking for just that right come back …or come on? The inter-web is just the place to find the perfect turn of phrase for most any occasion. Try Shakespeare Quotes, less filling, more satisfying, and fat free. Hamlet: Hamlet Act … Continue reading

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air born womyn

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Maria who used to be a wolf

Maria who used to be a wolf once while camping in the snow Maria crawled into a cave and was an animal she painted herself onto the walls every night in the dim fire light she would dance in the … Continue reading

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Classical Chinese Poems with English Translation

Bamboo Adobe I sit along in the dark bamboo grove, Playing the zither and whistling long. In this deep wood no one would know – Only the bright moon comes to shine. Wang Wei tr. Liu Wu-chi To read more … Continue reading

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Pablo’s Poesía

Por Pablo Neruda Looking inside deep down-tongue-less I stumbled on Pablo sitting-writing-scratching like a chicken in the dirt every once in a while a tear would fall making mud on the floor sticking to our shoes-making tracks everywhere we went … Continue reading

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