Monthly Archives: April 2009

project 52: Dead Flowers

Week 18 Apr 30 – May 6

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Project 365: World Pinhole Photography Day

Turned my dSLR into a pinhole camera for World Pinhole Photography Day.

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Project 52: Flower

Week 17 Apr 23 – Apr 29

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Project 52: Flower

Week 16 Apr 16 – Apr 22

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National Poetry Month: A Recitative Song! – Marcus Garvey

(For Julius Winston Garvey.) 1. I am a little soldier, fighting hard for life, I came upon the scene of cruel human strife, My father taught me to be always good and true, And in the battle ever try to … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: Music In My Soul – Marcus Garvey

There’s music in my soul today, A joy of heart not there before: This state of conscience I relay To rich and proud and meek and poor. There’s music in my happy Soul: From Heaven’s realm doth truly flow This … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: Poem from a Three year old – Brendan Kennelly

And will the flowers die? And will the people die? And every day do you grow old, do I grow old, no I’m not old, do flowers grow old? Old things – do you throw them out? Do you throw … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: Tool & Die – John Lyon

Calipers and micrometers, cradled by the red felt lining the half opened drawers of the wooden toolbox that belonged to his father, wait to measure the tolerances of parts that must work together without touching. And his corrugated space smells … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: Why I Have No Children – Richard Cecil

“Those who pray recover from illness and injuries twice as fast as atheists.” When I turned twelve and feared I’d go to hell, I used to write lists of my mortal sins on paper scraps I tucked into my wallet. … Continue reading

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National Poetry Month: My Son, My Executioner – Donald Hall

My son, my executioner I take you in my arms Quiet and small and just astir and whom my body warms Sweet death, small son, our instrument of immortality, your cries and hunger document our bodily decay. We twenty two … Continue reading

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