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The Magpie….
….is on a serious roll:
https://magpiesmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/02/17/a-random-poem/
https://magpiesmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/02/17/today-is-poem-day/
Really. You need to go check it out.
Hey all….
…Look!
For those who don’t already know, The Magpie is my amazingly talented and creative (if I do say so myself) daughter. While she has had the hand and eye of a True Artist quite literally since she was still in diapers….
…and her talent (and creativity and imagination) has grown nigh exponentially…
(just a small sampling of the depth and breadth of her work over the last few years)
…she has now made made the written word her main focus. She is currently eating, sleeping and breathing the writing life, morning, noon and night. It is the first thing she wants to do every day and we must force her to stop every night in order to get some unfortunately necessary rest. And she is doing all this while somehow still maintaining her visual art pursuits, interests in science, math, mythology and literature and high honors in school. Her dedication to this new endeavor puts my paltry efforts to shame.
I hope you’ll take a look at her Magpies Menagerie and see what she’s been up to and stick around to see what she has in store.
https://magpiesmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/hi-again/
(Am I being overly indulgent or proud? Can you blame me?)
Missing out?
The girl sits, reading and writing her stories while the world goes on around her. She will miss out on nothing. Shadorma November, Day 1 (twelve days late....) (...or does that make it eleven?...)
Other Mother’s MonDay…
I wrote this for my wife, the beautiful mother of my beautiful daughter, but I offer it up. A Mother's Day poem for all the nurturers.
Mystery This is the mother’s month, the month of the morning of the year when the earth begins its cycle song. Here is the mother’s milk where we always knew it was, where we leave it as we found it, as it found our mouths without looking, as it gave what could only be given, being what could only be once, though it is again and again beginning. Here is the new-turned leaf, face to the sun, brilliant in the warmth, lobes spread wide to catch the day. Here is the heart of the wood, where would will only find will, where only heart can know heart, be still and still be.
Hey all….
…I know I have been rather absent lately, but…well….life happened, but I’m doing my best to put a stop to that BS soon enough.
In the mean time, Ms. Magpie has been posting again and I know that it would give her a great creative boost if some of you lovely folks would pop over and see what she’s up to, so if you wouldn’t mind…..check it out….
https://magpiesmenagerie.wordpress.com
Thanks bunches–