I wrote the following poem last night right after I went to bed. The lights were shut off, the animals settled around me. But I lay there and heard it in my head, felt it …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: “A Restless Dark”
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The Long Road Home
Traveling along through the early evening, I watched the clouds roll away and the sky clear, shocked by the red riot of the sunset, and followed the path of the mists curling across the hills and down into the valleys, still clinging here and there to some odd anchor. I watched the light fade, the long light I love so much, and the shadows start to overtake it all. It was gorgeous and devastating, peaceful and powerful both at once...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: “Tossed Away”
My posts have been few and far between here for awhile. My life has been undergoing a transformation of sorts, and not a very pleasant one. Deeply personal and painful things are sometimes impossible for me to write …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE:
I haven’t posted anything here for awhile; I’ve been busy outside, like many people, starting projects around the house, getting my gardens planted and tended, and enjoying the beautiful spring weather. We just got some …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE
Fragile creatures. We are promise, Filled with hope And such despair; Climbing high, Then quickly falling, Losing ground While gaining speed.
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
From one of my all-time favorite authors, some final words to ponder when journeying into dreamtime tonight:
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Learning to speak the language of art
Each week I take an oil painting class. I have gone for over a year now and completed four paintings, which I think is a pretty good number. So far I have worked mostly from …
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
“The secret of getting ahead is getting started.” – Mark Twain This day is done. But tomorrow offers a whole new chance to get started again. A clean slate, blank page, or fresh canvas waiting to …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE
Few people in my life ever knew that I wrote poetry. I would just quietly fill notebooks up with my little verbal snapshots, hiding them away. So putting my poems online for other people to read is a bit …
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There once was a girl who really loved to write …
Shortly after I began posting to this site, gradually putting more and more of my artwork up and writing my blog, I noticed a strange sensation starting to come over me; very pleasant, expansive, but also a bit foreign. I could compare the …
Jacqlyn Thorne 